A recent power failure whilst trying to sort out my cellar took me back to when I was at college. As a full time student, summer work at a very large film processing company near Uxbridge was ideal for me, not only could I catch up on a few Z's but also being in total darkness I found it gave a clarity of mind, the unseen blank walls became my blackboards onto which I would project my thoughts. Darkrooms were also my dens of iniquity; their nature alone leads those with raging hormones having the most lurid of thoughts.
Processing film negatives needs to be done in complete darkness and although young I was senior enough to be placed in charge of a continuous film processing machine, my main job was to load the machine with reels of 35mm film day-in-day-out, sometimes working 12 – 15 hour days; when I wasn't either loading or sleeping, I would help with the splicing or teaching someone else how to do it.
As the season got busier more and more students were taken on and that's how Emma and I first met. Emma; was an 18-year-old student of West Indian decent. She had been with the company for a couple of seasons but for some reason we had never met; having come up through 'the ranks' as we say, for this season she was taken on as a 'splicer'. All training for this job first starts out of the darkroom, where one can see what's wanted, also as an aid we ask the trainee to close their eyes whilst we stood behind them, reach over their shoulders, and then holding their wrists guide them through the process. The process isn't difficult just fiddly especially if your wearing cotton gloves.
Over several days I watched Emma grow from an awkward, homely girl into a proficient 'splicer'. She was also one of the most naturally sexy women I had ever known, and I started to take an interest in her, it soon got to the point where each time I heard her voice it gave me a hormone rush. Eventually I became totally infatuated with her and lusted after her tight body, cotton gloves soon became 'wank-socks'. She was lovely on the inside too, a bit of a tease, which of course only increased her appeal. She had never really expressed an interest in me, but there, a darkened room hides many a thing.
This particular summer it was becoming almost unbearable working in the darkrooms, I can remember extra fans being installed in an effort to keep the temperature down but it was useless, in the end most darkroom staff just resorted to wearing undergarments and 'flip-flops'; as for the cotton gloves these became useless at keeping fingerprints off the films.
One afternoon whilst slouched in the processing room catching up on a few Z's, Emma started to have trouble with her splicing machine and called me in. With my knowledge of the darkrooms I made my way straight to her station, whilst moving a little closer I accidently pressed my groin against her back. As I said, darkrooms are sexy places, and something about being in complete darkness magnifies the effect and I soon felt my cock stirring.
"Take it out and drop it down then press down with your left thumb," I said trying to ignore my growing problem, as we cleared the jam between us. "Then take the next roll out and try again."
"I think...I've got it," said Emma hesitating. All the while she kept pressing back against my cock and from what I could make out, she was only wearing a bra. I may not have been able to see her, but her odour was intoxicating, a sweet, subtle perfume with perhaps a hint of shampoo. As her movements became more confident, I moved my hands to her shoulders expecting a rebuff but none came. They were muscular, tight and coated in a fine sheen of perspiration. Gently I moved my hands and cupped her breasts, even through the thickness of the bra I could feel her nipples react as the fans moved cool air across our bodies. It felt so good. My chin moved her hair out of the way as I nuzzled her neck.
"Do you mind if I do this?" I whispered in her ear.
"No...No, I like it. But what about the films?" she said, her breathing just a little heavy.
"Err...Just attach a trailer and can up," I murmured as I nuzzled her jaw line, knowing we wouldn't be disturbed for the next hour.
She reached behind my head, turned and started kissing me. Freeing my trapped arm, I looped under hers and re-cupped her breast through her bra. Now taut they were not large, but a delightful handful. I felt her hard nipple through its fabric. I nipped her neck then pinched a nipple through the material of her bra. Each past of the cooling air caused her body to react, her nipples hardened and a slight shiver followed by 'goose-bumps' raged through her body.
"It fastens in the front," she breathed.
"What?" I didn't understand.
"My bra. It fastens in the front."
Ah! You idiot; with a subtle movement I felt between the cups. A quick movement of fingers and I felt the material slide away. My fingers glided across her warm moist breasts. I cupped a breast ensuring her nipple protruded through my fingers and squeezed a little, she moaned, holding my head tighter.
Emma muttered "I think it would be better if we got rid of the stool" as her other hand tried to reach behind her and feel for my now fully-erect cock. Emma stood, kicked the stool away then reached behind again.
Warm slender fingers glided up and down its length through my pants. She moved her hand away and pressed her firm ass against me. My cock became trapped in the cleft between her ass cheeks and I slowly swayed. She moved against me in response, took my other hand in hers and held it against her other breast as if pledging an oath of allegiance. Holding them like two delicate melons I began to knead and pinch each nipple, slowly I pressed her forward against the edge of the bench as I moved to and fro between her ass cheeks as she sighed.
"I wish I could see you" she exclaimed.
"Pretend your blind, use your hands and imagination to build up a picture," I whispered in her ear.
I moved a hand from one breast slowly down her ribcage and stomach to the top of her panties, all the while I could feel her body trembling with emotion; slipping my hand inside her panties then gently moved down until my fingers found her curly haired mons and hot-wet pussy lips. Her knees buckled for a moment as my fingers teased her labia. She gasped and moaned, pressed back hard against me, before spreading her legs slightly to give me better access. The one hand still caressing her breast, traced patterns on her moist skin as I moved from one to the other in turn. Gently I worked a finger between her swollen lips and felt her warm inner wetness. The soft skin of her inner walls felt so good against my finger. A second finger followed the first, and again her knees buckled for a moment, her breath became ragged.
"Is this okay?" I asked, "Say if you want me to stop?"
"No...No," she breathed, "It's so erotic, my whole body is alive!" She moved her hips against my fingers, and we began a gently rhythm of finger-fucking.
"Do you want to make love to me?" she murmured,
"Yes" I said honestly. "I'm totally infatuated with you. For days I've wanted you just like this, alone in the complete dark, able only to smell and feel you. Having to concentrate on imagining how beautiful you are right now. I want to make love to you until I'm too exhausted to continue then I want to keep on loving you."
"Mmmm, that's some wish" she purred, and nuzzled against me. I continued a slow rhythm of moving my fingers in and out of her. She pressed back against me.
I withdrew my finger and moved both my hands to her waist again. We turned around and in the dark I felt her legs part, touching the outside of mine as I stood before her. She hooked her other arm around my neck, pulled me in and gave me a deep long kiss. Her legs then wrapped around mine, pulled me closer until our groins pressed hard together. She rubbed against me. I rubbed back. Our tongues fought as if in battle.
Her hands slowly traced their way down my body then reaching between us felt for my erection, by now there was no missing it. She gently stroked its length while feeling its shape beneath my pants. Her hand moved up found their hem, and a quick tug pulled them down to give her hand access to feeling me again. Her fingers found me and felt the warmth of my sweaty hardness. I moaned as I kissed her with renewed passion. She wrapped her fingers around my glans, squeezed then brushed aside any precum with her thumb. My knees almost buckled.
"Oh, Fuck, Emma, that feels good," I breathed.
"Oh!" she said, "This will feel even better." She took the sides of my pants and in one movement pulled them right down as she knelt on the floor, I then felt her hands move slowly up my legs until she had the base of my cock and balls firmly in her hands. Then, like an electric shock, I felt her lips close around the head of my cock. She took my member deep down her throat, and then pulled up to enclose only the head. She came off, and I felt just the tip of her tongue on the underside of my head – right at its most sensitive point. I shivered and goose bumps popped out all over my body. I heard her laugh as she engulfed my entire erection again, her nose in my pubic hair, her tongue massaging my shaft. Again, she came up in a long, slow stroke, keeping my head in her mouth at the top. I felt her mouth circle around my corona and her cheeks collapse as she sucked me hard. I could feel her mouth and tongue all over my glans. It was incredible. Again she sank my cock down her throat, and again came up to massage my corona with her lips and tongue. She came off, and used just the tip of her tongue to lick up and down the underside of me, holding me in position with warm fingers. Then she engulfed me again, and started a slow rhythm of stroking up and down my shaft with her mouth; her hand holding me at the base of my cock. She was an absolute expert at cocksucking, I could feel my cum starting to rise up in my balls but I didn't want it to end this way.
"Emma," I breathed, "I can't take much more of this!"
She laughed and took me deep again, sucking hard.
"No, really!" I breathed, "You've got to stop!"
