In Darkness, He Sees Light

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In the Dark, I See the Light

“Ow!” Richie yelped as his head hit the unyielding cubicle desk. Rubbing the back of his head, he looked at his fingers to make sure he wasn’t bleeding. Good, no blood but there would be a bump on the back of his head for being careless getting up. He carefully stood up, rubbing his injured head (and pride) then stepped outside of the cubicle. As he did, he looked out of the nearest floor-to-ceiling window overlooking I-285 with its ferocious 5 lanes of traffic. They were about 13 stories up.

“Why are you in such a hurry?” Blaine asked him with a knowing grin showing through his black goatee. He was Richie’s immediate boss, a journeyman wireman at the local electrical union. Cocky and lazy, he was watching Richie install phone jacks under the desks of cubicles in an office building outside of Atlanta.

“You know why!” Richie hissed.

His blonde hair was damp and curled at the edges with sweat despite the air conditioning running nonstop. It dripped on his red collared shirt as he turned his head back and forth looking for the office flirt, Alina.

Alina was a vision. A beautiful, coffee colored black woman with high full breasts, perfectly wide hips, and long legs. She was curvy in all the right places like a real woman should be.

Richie had dreamt about being on top of her, long brown legs spread to the corners of his bed. He would plunge into her again and again holding those hips, hands gripping deep into the toned flesh. He imagined her pouty black lips open wide screaming, egging him on, while her Caribbean Sea blue eyes pierced his soul.

Richie would then shoot thick streams of semen vertically up her smooth brown forehead, then aiming into her shoulder length kinky black hair, making them sprawl like the Spanish moss hanging in the trees of Savannah. Her pencil thin eyebrows and small button nose would be next, white streaks of his seed jetting across them. Finally ending with her full pouty lips and tongue sucking the last bits of semen from him.

“Look, I don’t know why you’re avoiding her. She’s obviously into you, take a chance,” Blaine argued. He looked on while I turned and kneeled to pick up a punch tool from my black tool bag just outside of the cubicle.

Richie looked up at him like he was about to get hit by oncoming traffic. He stood back up and looked eye to eye with Blaine. Both were about 5 foot 7 inches, stocky, lean, and tan from working outside in the hot Georgia sun.

Richie quickly thought about the consequences of dealing with this chauvinistic jerk; this office work was a nice break from the brutal July heat. Richie also knew he didn’t want to “rock the boat” by pissing this guy off.

Blaine just looked at him, expecting him to go back under the cubical desk. He was 8 years Richie’s senior and “wiser” in the ways of the world. Richie was barely 20 years old.

He cocked his head to the left and said what Richie had been thinking for a week, “You never know until you try it.” He was referring to his naiveté when it came to women. Especially black women. He had come from a small farm town in the Midwest and was just getting used to the big city.

Quite the contrast, Blaine was a lady’s man through and through. He kept his brown hair parted to one side and wavy enough to run his hands through like a girl would when she was trying to impress someone.

“I’m not looking for a relationship right now. My apprenticeship and my job are more important than a girlfriend.” The last thing Richie needed was to get booted from a program that he had waited a year to get into.

“Did I say anything about a relationship? I just think that getting your dick sucked would do you some good. You’re wound too tight.” He said this as Richie bent down again under the desk to continue his work.

“Well, I’m not sure if she would even think of me that way,” Richie said. He hadn’t been with a woman, if you could call them that, since high school. The day after he graduated, he moved to Atlanta to live with his older brother and his wife.

“How are my two favorite electricians?” a sultry southern voice asked from above him. Richie immediately knew it was Alina because of the lavender and vanilla scented lotion that she used.

Richie looked over from his position under the desk and saw black leather close-toed 6-inch stiletto heels framing long, athletic caramel-colored legs. His eyes followed the straight lines of her black stockings to where her yellow summer dress melted into her curves. The top of the dress had short sleeves with a scooped neck accentuating her voluptuous mahogany breasts. It plunged deep exposing her 2-inch-wide cleavage.

Richie looked up past her to see Shane. He looked like the cat that ate the canary. He had deliberately let her sneak up on him. His cock stirred restlessly in his now too tight carpenter jeans.

“Were y’all talking about me?” again in that sultry southern voice she asked, playing to Avcılar travesti Richie’s weakness. He loved the way that southern women talked and had said as much. She knew the effect she was having on him as she looked at the swelling member between his legs.

Not wanting to get into trouble, Richie tried to save face, “No ma’am, I was trying to get this outlet in,” pivoting on his knees, turning to his work. She tried to give him her most seductive smile showing her sensual full lips with perfectly straight white teeth underneath, but he was not facing her.

“Hey Alina, can I talk to you for a sec?” Blaine gestured for her to follow him around the corner of another cubicle nearby. That lavender-vanilla scent lingered but Richie was more troubled than ever. Richie tried hard to avoid this woman, but she just popped up in the oddest places when he was working.

Also, what in the world was Blaine up to? He had a sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach.

Blaine was honest with her, “Richie likes you but he’s shy. You think maybe you could be…” he trailed off looking at her hoping she got the message. He was not lost to her charms either, lustfully looking at her cocoa-colored skin while licking his lips involuntarily.

She ignored Blaine’s blatant eye raping and immediately understood where he was going with this, “Shy huh? Well, I think that I could help him out with that problem. Does he have a girlfriend?,” she asked with eyebrows raised, looking back into the cubicle at his muscular ass bent over his work.

Blaine smiled conspiratorially with his own wide and white-toothy grin, “Nope. Just moved here from Illinois last year. Only work and school he says. He needs a life and maybe one of your famous blowjobs I keep hearing about.”

Alina was well known for keeping the local talent happy in this building and Blaine knew it. She looked around the bustling office. Then she turned her head around to get Blaine’s full attention pulling him close with both hands full of his collared shirt, her well-kept pencil-thin eyebrows pulling menacingly down over her light blue eyes. She towered over him by about 8 inches.

Looking down on him she hissed, “I don’t know what you’ve heard but I’m not the office whore,” her breath, warm with cinnamon undertones, assaulted his senses.

“I’m very selective who I share my bed with,” she said, calmly letting go of his shirt.

Blaine, mouth open in a shocked O, took a step back from her grasp. He looked around to see if anyone had seen her grab him. He smoothed his rumpled shirt, looked up at her and ran a hand through his hair.

His primping done, he realized he had said too much but he would not back away for the sake of his high-strung apprentice. Not many people liked him, but Blaine felt a little sorry for Richie and thought maybe getting laid would help him loosen up a little. He decided to do some damage control.

“Whoa, I know you’re not a whore. I was just wondering if maybe you could talk to him, maybe have lunch with him sometime,” he knew maybe he had gone too far but he had dealt with many women like Alina and knew when to press and when to back off.

Alina looked at Blaine and then leaned her upper body over the side of the cubicle to see if Richie (and that muscular ass) was done with his work under the desk of the next cubicle. He was still down there; she could hear a metallic click that she could only guess was his punch tool that she had seen him use.

Based on the outline she had just seen a few times in his jeans, he could use his “punch tool” on her anytime, she thought. It looked thick and long just the way she liked them.

“Lunch huh? Leave me with him for a few minutes. Go take a coffee break. I’ll see if he’s interested,” she turned on her spiked heels, and turned back toward Richie, yellow dress clinging to every voluptuous curve. She had decided that she was going to have this young stud even if she had to turn on every bit of seductive presence she had.

“You got it beautiful,” Blaine said in his deepest voice. He blew out a breath of relief and shook his head as he watched her curvy ass sway away towards Richie.

Alina turned quickly back on him, catching him looking at her ass. She rolled her eyes and pointed a slim red fingernail at his chest.

“If I hear you spreading rumors that I’m an office whore, I’ll cut off that little worm you call a dick,” she declared menacingly turning from him.

Blaine just looked at her, eyebrows raised, mouth open and working like a fish out of water suffocating. Anything he said would turn this black harpies’ rage against him. He closed his mouth because he couldn’t come up with something witty to say that wouldn’t ruin later chances. Resigned, shoulders slumped he moved towards the elevators leading to the cafeteria downstairs.

A moment later, Richie got up from under the desk just as Alina walked back to the opening of the cubicle. She placed her toned and feminine Avcılar travestileri arm on the edge of the entrance to the cubicle, essentially taking away any exit. She filled the space with her tall, slender presence. Richie looked at her chest first since it was about the height of his face. Struggling, he raised his dark blue eyes to her light ones.

He took a deep breath and looked past her. Blaine was nowhere to be seen.

Richie then realized that her lavender-vanilla smell was back indulging his senses. They were close, very close. Again, he was struck by her beauty. Intoxicating and exotic, she was looking at him like a lioness awaiting a chase for food.

She then put both hands on his muscular shoulders and drew him close. Her breath had that hint of cinnamon he associated with Christmas time. Her full, glossy red lips drew close to his ear and told him that Blaine was going downstairs to get some coffee.

Richie leaned away from her and took a step back, “I’m not supposed to be alone doing electrical work, if he goes on break, I go on break,” he said and started to look around very nervously in front of this ebony goddess with her hands on his shoulders. She had extended her caramel-colored arms to give him room but did not let go.

Alina looked at this wonderfully naive piece of man meat and turned on her charm full force, “Richie, relax,” she cooed, “I told him that I needed your help to move some heavy boxes out of storage. You may not know this about Blaine, but he hates to work hard. Any job that has “heavy” or “work” in it, he’s going to go hide.”

She really did know Blaine, Richie thought. He looked at her blankly for a moment and they both laughed. Alina had a full-throated laugh that shook her firm brown breasts nicely.

Their eyes met and a moment passed between them, relaxing Richie a little. She dropped one arm to her side, smoothing her dress on the way down.

Richie’s smiled at her. She was human, not a goddess.

She smiled back, straight, white teeth showing through her full red lips.

I’ve got him now, Alina thought. She turned giving Richie access to the corridor between the cubicles. He strided through the opening, more confident in his purpose to help.

“Let’s go see about these heavy boxes,” Richie stated emphatically looking around as he walked. He was relieved that he could spend some time with this beautiful brown vixen. Alina then turned from him and headed toward the elevator.

In one quick movement Richie bent down and casually adjusted his cock with one hand while using the other to grab his black tool bag.

He had to jog in his heavy work boots to keep up with her because she was already several feet ahead of him.

As they walked between the wide aisles of the cubicles the hustle and bustle of the office came back to him. Richie looked around and noticed several people at their desks watching the two of them walk towards the elevator. There were snickers, smiles, and giggles coming from the various cubicle occupants. A couple of men even gave him big grins with a thumbs up. He lowered his head and his hand moved up to the back of his neck rubbing it nervously.

When he looked up he saw her smooth round ass swinging left to right in a way that was beyond anything he had ever seen. He lost his battle not to stare at this enchanting peach-shaped ass undulating from side-to-side.

I could grab those hips from behind and remove that sundress in one quick motion, Richie thought. I could sink my cock deep into her velvety pink folds. As I bottomed-out in her, she would gasp and then moan deeply in her throat. I would use slow and steady strokes at first, then faster and faster until the harmony of our combined flesh became a symphony of lust. Alina would orgasm again and again in a flurry of motion, tossing her hair from side to side. As she soaked both of our thighs with her orgasm, my orgasm would build. My engorged balls and scrotum slapping her beautifully engorged clit from behind. She would squeal with delight as I smacked her ass, driving my cock deep into her. Richie fantasized that she would then lean all the way over and grab the outside of her ankles while he mercilessly pounded her from behind. As his orgasm drew close he would spin her around and grab his cock to unload stream after stream of semen on her upper chest and beautifully high round breasts. As his bliss subsided, he envisioned his seed running over her dark brown oversized areolas, peaking on the precipice of her nipples, then sliding down the underside of her breasts moving down her flat stomach. Alina, would then put both of her slender brown hands on his cock, slowly stroking the last vestiges of climax out. She would look up at him, narrow pink tongue sliding out of her mouth to retrieve the seed still seeping from his loins. Those bright blue eyes, now filled with lust, wanting more, much more.

Richie, lost deep in thought, was brought back by the staccato Travesti avcılar rhythm of Alina’s stiletto’s on the tile floor leading up to the elevator. She stopped in front of it, using the soft pad of her index finger to press the elevator’s up button. She swiftly turned around and looked at Richie.

He rapidly looked up at her, still pondering her ass and the thin black lines that raced up both stockinged legs.

A seductive smile slowly rose on her face. She had a sparkle in her eyes as she looked down at the outline in his jeans. He was now even bigger than she thought he was.

Let’s see how far he’s willing to go, Alina thought.

“Like what you see Richie?” she asked him so matter-of-factly that it lulled him into saying the first thing that came to him.

“Yes I do, you’re beautiful,” his eyes widened in horror as he realized his error in honesty. What’s going on here? Is she taking me somewhere to do something? He was excited and confused at the same time.

“I mean, where are we going? I thought you needed me to help you with something,” he stammered, shaking his head trying to clear it. His calloused right hand was holding his black tool bag a little too tightly. He shifted it to the other hand nervously. He had stopped sweating, thankfully, but his face felt very warm. He was also painfully aware of the overstretched denim in his crotch.

“18th floor. Storage is up there. That’s where the heavy lifting needs to be done. There may be several loads that I need you to take care of,” she said in that sultry voice that was undoing his resolve. She looked down at his groin and licked her red lips in anticipation.

“Uh ok.” Richie felt like a man in a trance as the doors to the elevator opened. People were tightly packed into the elevator, but Alina would not be denied entry. As the crowd of men and women parted for her she went to the back of the car as the doors closed behind Richie. He awkwardly turned around facing the doors, they were maybe 6 inches from his nose. He raised his head and looked up so he could see the floors light up. He could barely move with all the people around him.

With each floor they passed, Richie found himself relaxing and naturally drifting to the back of the car to let people out. The crowded elevator thinned.

When the last of the crowd got off the elevator, (Richie got a pitying smile from an older lady that shook her head as she got off on the 17th floor), Alina was to Richie’s right side and very close. As the doors closed, she looped her arm around Richie’s elbow like she was going to lock arms with him.

Now alone, she surprised him by slowly lowering her hand to his mid-thigh where the head of his cock was.

Alina smiled and sighed as she stroked the length of him through the denim. Down, up, squeeze, down, up, squeeze. She looked at Richie’s tanned face and it was a picture of raw animal desire and longing. His eyes were half-lidded, and his muscular chest was heaving. He grabbed her arm to encourage her rapid movement.

As hard as it was to believe, Alina thought this was the biggest cock she had ever felt. She was 29 and had had lots of lovers, probably numbering in the hundreds, but this was something special. This guy didn’t even know what he had. In fact, she didn’t think she had a condom that could fit the monster he was packing. Magnum just wasn’t going to cover it. She smiled and snickered at the pun.

She didn’t feel like she was doing his full-length justice with one hand, so she stepped forward and slowly turned to kneel in front of him, using both hands all the way down his body ending on his denim-clad cock.

“If your cock is as big as I think it is we are going to have so much fun,” Alina looked up at Richie powerfully stroking him with both of her slender hands. She had a clarity of lust in her eyes that was foreign to him. He had been with girls before; but this was very different. This ebony huntress was stroking him to see if he would take her.

She knew exactly where to go from here.

The elevator’s chime for the 18th floor sounded. The doors opened to an open concrete floor that was filled with pallets, boxes and office furniture of all shapes and sizes. White columns dotted the huge landscape of the floor like exclamation points. The floor-to-ceiling windows were still there but there were no cubicles delineating walkways for people to walk through like the rest of the floors.

With gargantuan effort, Richie moved his eyes away from Alina’s machinations. He looked up, expecting Blaine or a union representative to be standing there waiting for them as the doors opened.

No one was there.

Richie had the feeling Alina had done this before. A storage floor would have dust on a lot of furniture due to nonuse. Not on the 18th floor. Most of the furniture could pass for luxurious in any home or office. Some were covered in clear plastic that moved with the air conditioning ventilation.

Alina turned her upper body around and glanced out the elevator doors where Richie was looking out and stood up. As she took a step back she put eight red manicured fingertips inside the waistband of his jeans and yanked. She pulled him from the back of the elevator into the very quiet and very deserted 18th floor.