Pitch Dark- First Encounter, Part 2
The next day, my appointed day, had a bit of an edge to it- not only because this long-awaited encounter was really happening, but also due to the excitement of the first time. When evening finally came, I arrived at my antechamber, my appointed dressing room. I showered, dried, and donned the fuzzy robe provided in my locker, then flipped the light switch to the dim red lighting that would allow my eyes to partially adjust to the impending darkness. I felt relaxed and ready, but with that bit of added excitement that’s been with me all day.
At the moment of truth, my red lights softly dimmed further, along with a smooth audio announcement that it was time for me to enter my bedchamber and its absolute pitch darkness. It was time.
Out of character for me, my mind totally blanked as I walked through the airlock into the dark. Just inside the threshold, I took a few seconds to gather my wits and adjust while re-orienting myself to the approximate locations of the soft furnishings. I also ran the two available voice commands through my head- the one that would light the tiny dots on the floor for ten seconds and the panic command to gently illuminate the room.
I heard the airlock on the other side of the room engage, with the woman entering there apparently going through the same routine, as after the airlock sealed, there were a few seconds of silence and no movement that I could perceive.
I took a couple of steps in, giving a “Hello! I came in just before you. I’m going to make my way towards the center.”
“Well, hello there! Me, too, I’m just gathering myself.” It was amazing how clear and distinct her voice was, my ears already becoming highly attuned within the darkness.
I slowly walked towards where I perceived the bed and other furnishings to be. My secret partner did the same, as we gave each other playful voice clues as to our whereabouts.
“I’m coming over this way. I guess we’re okay as long as we don’t collide and knock each other out!”
“I feel like a cave bat locating itself with sonar, but I’m right over here!”
After a few more careful, probing steps, we met in the middle and embraced. Her body felt slender underneath her terry robe, and we held each other for a moment as she joked about the fact that I was responsible for keeping her upright, given her disorientation. The physical sensations were familiar, but the circumstances and our other senses were anything but.
After a moment of grounding ourselves, we each started slowly roaming our hands over each other’s bodies, still on top of the robes.
“Mmmm, nice”
“Yes, mmmm.”
The sensation of touching, exploring this vetted but anonymous, unknown lover was indescribably electric. My hands traced from the small of her back, down her buttocks, then up her back to her shoulders. Her hands did the same, then up to my face. I likewise moved my hands to her face and moved closer to explore a kiss. We were on the same page.
We kissed for a while (after all, there was no rush), and my lips moved from her lips to her neck, where I spent some time on the spot I love, the nape of a woman’s neck. I progressed to kiss and suck on her ear lobes as she started kissing my neck- an area I will also lay claim to as far as loving to be kissed there. (Some guys don’t know what they’re missing). Our breaths were still slow but deliberate, their sounds enhanced by the darkness.
We decided to find the bed together, and surprisingly enough, we were not that far away. Still standing, our lips met again, and my hands reached the front of her robe, parting it and sliding it off of her shoulders. I kissed her right shoulder and down her arm while my fingers traced down the now-bare skin of her back, down her butt cheeks, and back up. She was thin and petite, with slight curves. As my hands made their way to the front of her body, I could feel she had small breasts, with already stiff nipples that protruded quite a bit under the touch of my fingertips. She did the same to me, disrobing me and discovering my body with her touch.
“You know, making out and necking like teenagers is a lost art.”
“Most people don’t spend a lot of time on first and second base anymore.”
Savoring our mysterious time in the dark, we sat on the bed to make out the old-fashioned way. We would take our time to cover each base.