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the first time, howling through the gap between the back of the building and the one behind it, and slamming into the old wooden siding that grew out of the club's brick frontage.

In the face of that, even the sounds of the dancefloor sounded like a distant murmur.

He pulled me to him, stooping as I raised my head to kiss me hard. His tongue rolled against mine as one hand fell onto my left breast and squeezed, and the other, already gripping my fingers, lowered them to his bulge. I squeezed, feeling the strength of it, gauging its length, admiring its thickness. And I was just dropping to my knees to admire its imminent unveiling when...

Yes. The lights went out, and it took me a moment to realize, but the low beat of music from the front of the club ceased as well. And when the wind, too, dropped for just a moment or two, the silence that surrounded us was as impenetrable as the darkness.

He did go to speak then, but barely a word escaped before the wind picked up once more, a banshee howl that made the entire building shake. Somewhere in the distance there was a loud bang - a transformer exploding, maybe, or perhaps a tree coming down. Further still away, emergency sirens set up their mournful wail, but the wind was not be denied. If anything, it just screamed louder, as if to drown any competition to its relentless power.

But I wasn't thinking about the wind. His jeans were unbuttoned and I pulled them down to his knees; he wriggled a little, lifted one leg, and touch alone guided me as my right hand tugged them to his feet, while my left gripped his cock.

I extended my tongue, found hot flesh and licked. The hand that now rested on my scalp shifted a little, gently twisting hair between his fingers. Now I held his cock to my lips, kissing the tip and tasting again the precum that ran from his slit. I lapped, then licked again, before I opened my mouth even wider and engulfed the head of his cock.

His flavor filled my mouth with everything I could dream of, and I felt him sinking deeper inside me, slick and hard and unbelievably heavy. Instinctively my jaw widened further, and still I felt my teeth graze his flesh, and my lips bumped the fist I'd wrapped around his root. I released him and fought the sudden hiccup as his tip nuzzled my gag reflex; scratched my nose quickly as wiry pubes tickled it; and I froze, holding him for as long as I could before slowly moving my head back, to catch a breath before plunging back down.

A blaze of light distracted me - it took a few moments of confusion before I realized he was holding his phone, the sea-life screen saver a brilliant blue just a little above my face. Now I sat back, rocking on my knees as I gazed for the first time upon his cock. Ignored the blue tint that glistened in my spit, but admired its shape, its length, its beauty. Shadow smoothed its outline, glare highlighted its ridges and veins, and though his face was invisible beyond the glow that lit up his chin, I could tell that he was smiling, watching, and waiting for me to devour him again.

This time there was no hesitation, no ache, no bumping. Effortlessly my mouth swam down his shaft; greedily, as it ran out of road, my bottom lip reached out to graze his ball bag. The light moved, a little to my left now, a whole new perspective for him to watch as I removed him from my mouth again, and sucked first one ball, then the other.

Now he was back in my mouth, and pushing faster, too. He was getting closer, I knew, and I began to bob with him, moving up his shaft as he pushed it deeper, then down once again as he withdrew. A sudden flash of light, too long for lightning, but too swift to pinpoint through the dazzle, startled me for just a few seconds, but the darkness flooded back, his orgasm flooded out, and one of my own exploded the moment I felt him come in my throat.

He slumped to the floor and I shifted to join him. As much by luck as judgment, I found his lap, and lay my head there, the smell of his cock tantalizing my nostrils. I sought it out and kissed it, felt his hand in my hair lightly stroking, and I wondered how long before maybe I could suck him off again.

But I also thought about our predicament, in the back room of a pitch black building, not even knowing whether anyone was still inside? For all we knew, they might all have gone home, and we'd be locked in here till the place reopened. Which, depending upon how bad the outage was, could be days.

He must have read my mind. "We should go see if there's anyone still around," he murmured, and I smiled at the realization that, after everything that had happened tonight, those were the first words I'd actually heard him say.

With our phones for flashlights we pushed through the curtains, and he tried the backdoor... "just in case," he said. To my astonishment, it swung open and we looked out into the deluge of rain that slashed visibility to mere inches. "Shall we brave it?" He asked, but I shook my head. "Let's duck back inside for a little while longer, and hope that the rain slows a bit." And I placed my hand, again, on his lap.

He didn't need convincing, but as we settled back into the alcove, he did pull out his phone again. "Hey , I've got something to show you." He tilted the screen towards me and I stared down at a photo of myself, my face in shadow but my mouth brightly lit, with my lips stretched around a dick that looked even bigger from this angle than it had felt all night.

"Send it to me?" I asked and he tapped in my number as I recited it. I waited for the ping that told me it had arrived, then started unbuttoning his jeans once again. Felt his cock twitch as it waited, and stiffen as I extracted it from its nest. "I hope you're going to take some more"

He chuckled. "This time I thought I might film you."

I kissed his cock. "Then you'd better get started."

I listened to the sound of the rain outside - if anything, it was getting even heavier now. "But I hope you have plenty of battery charge. This might be a long night."

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