Amidst Darkness, She Spots Illumination
Amid the Darkness, a Light Shines
A painful yelp escaped Richie's lips as his head collided with the immovable cubicle desk. Rubbing his fingers against his head, he inspected them carefully, thankful there was no blood, only a growing bump for being so careless.
Gathering himself, he stood straight, rubbing his throbbing head and tarnished pride. Then, hestepped out of his small workspace. The stunning view through the full-height window beckoned, with I-285the infamous freeway below, packed with five lanes of traffic-nearly 13 floors up.
His former boss, a seasoned wireman named Blaine, lazily lounged in the nearby cubicle. He glanced at Richie, a knowing grin adorning his goatee. He was constantly pestering Richie as he installed phone connections underneath the desks of this office building on Atlanta's outskirts.
"In such a rush?" Blaine inquired, his smirk broadening.
" Ya know why!" Richie replied, his agitation evident.
His blonde hair, damp with sweat despite the nonstop air conditioning, fell in damp curls around his face. Beads perspired from his red collared shirt as he flitted his head from side to side, searching for the office's resident flirt, Alina.
Alina was a vision: a sapphire-eyed, medium-skinned woman with ample, round breasts, broad hips, and legs so long they reached the floor. Her curves praised nature, her voluptuousness radiating womanhood.
Richie's mind painted a portrait as he imagined being on top of her, their bodies close as he plunged into her time and time again. She lay stretched out, her hips embraced by his hands, skin taut and ready. Her lips parted in pleasure, hips heaving, eyes laser-focused on his own-creating rhythms.
A stream of semen traced her smooth, sun-kissed skin. It journeyed from her forehead to her hair, tangling in her shoulder-length, silky locks. The brown strands sprouted around her eyes, narrow lines transforming into brows. A bobble sat atop her nose, and her lips remained moist with his seed.
"Chill," Blaine said to Richie, watching the latter bend to retrieve a punch tool from his black tool bag.
Richie and Blaine shared an unequal height difference: both were 5 feet 7 inches. Their bodies mirrored each other: stocky, lean, and bronzed.
Richie considered the ramifications of confronting the cocky foreman, the perks of this office job welcomed a relief from the scorching July Georgia heat. Amidst such temptation, Richie made a decision that could easily backfire.
In a dim moment, Blaine's face crinkled with mirth. "Man, sucking dick is one way to relax!"
Rising back to his feet, Richie stared deeply into the older man's face, hands holding the punch tool brush.
"I'mbut not lookin' for a relationship... yet," Richie defended. "I want to finish my apprenticeship and keep my job."
"Chill, bro. I didn't say relationship. What's wrong, you scared?" Blaine quipped. A sly grin spread across his features.
Once again, Richie noticed the high heels of a stiletto shoe at the corner of his vision. Sensuous calves followed, their firmness evident through her black nylon stockings. Below that, a yellow sundress fabricated the perfect silhouette of feminine curves. The V-neck showed off two-inches of cleavage.
"What's going on here, boys?"A luscious, southern coo attributed to Alina echoed in the room. Blaine had gone quiet enough for her infiltration.
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Alina's scent was distinctive, a precious blend of lavender and vanilla. Richie glanced up from under the desk, greeted by leather stiletto pumps. The killer heels framed legs muscle-infused with their grace.
The threads of black stockings drew his gaze to the body-hugging yellow summer dress that enclosed her curves, accentuating her every attribute. Tautness defined her otherwise generous body in the material, hugging full mahogany breasts around its scooped neck. His indecency was obvious.
"You, Richie!" Alina teased, making the transformation from shadow to light.
Feeling the raw strength of Blaine's eyes, Richie quickly considered the consequences of his words. He wasn't anxious for a relationship but wasn't keen on risking careful planning.
Shane suddenly appeared, a hint of a grin on his face. He had overseen Richie's awkward moment. Distractedly, Richie's libido responded, with arousal intensifying. He would never have anticipated a scenario like this.
"How accordin' are my favorite wires?"
Did everyone discuss me just now? she inquired, employing her alluring Southern accent. Richie appreciated the way Southern ladies talked, which he had previously shared. As she observed the swollen bulge in his pants, he responded with a feigned ignorance.
"No, ma'am. I was simply attempting to fix this outlet," Richie explained, rotating to face his work. She flashed him her sexiest grin, flaunting her sensual lips with razor-sharp white teeth. However, he maintained his aversion.
"Hey Alina, can we speak for a moment?" Blaine motioned for her to follow him toward another cubicle nearby. The enticing lavender-vanilla aroma lingered, but Richie was increasingly concerned. He could not avoid this woman, as she appeared unexpectedly wherever he was working.
Additionally, what was Blaine up to? Richie had a sick feeling in the depths of his stomach.
Honesty was Blaine's approach: "Richie has a crush on you, but he's shy. You might be able to..." his words faded as he hoped his meaning would become evident. He was likewise affected by her charms, surreptitiously scrutinizing her cocoa-colored skin and moist lips.
Ignoring Blaine's lewd gaze, Alina unquestionably understood the direction of his conversation, "Shy, huh? Well, perhaps I can assist him with that problem. Does he have a girlfriend?" With rise eyebrows, she glanced back at Richie's toned posterior, perched over his work.
Conspiratorially, Blaine disclosed, "Nope. He recently relocated here from Illinois. Supposedly only focusing on work and education."
Alina reasoned, "I'm not the office whore, as you may have heard. I'm quite selective when it comes to my bedmates." Deliberately, she released Blaine's shirt. Blaine scrutinized his disheveled attire and straightened his hair.
With his grooming process complete, he understood he had overstepped, but he wouldn't back down due to his high-strung apprentice's feelings. He hoped to avert further repercussions.
"Slow down, I know you're not a whore. I just proposed the idea of having lunch with him every so often," he thought about his statement and sensed he had gone too far, but he felt sympathetic toward Richie, desiring him to loosen up."
Alina watched Blaine and then leaned over the side of the cubicle, stealing a glimpse of Richie (and his sculpted posterior) working beneath the desk of the next cubicle. She pondered how she might seduce this young lad with her seductive charm.
"Lunch... Let him finish his work. I'll see if he's interested," she resolved, stepping towards Richie in her high heels.
Blaine nodded, "Sounds good. Keep me informed." Then, in a deep voice, he walked away, toward the elevators.
Swiftly, Alina confronted Blaine, catching him staring at her behind. She scolded, "If I hear you spreading rumors that I'm an office whore, I'll cut off that pathetic-sized penis of yours." Alina glared at Blaine before hurrying off toward Richie, prepared to seduce him regardless of his resistance.
Initially surprised, Blainestraightened himself, eyebrows raised and his mouth agape. However, he decided against any quip that might upset her, and walked toward the elevators.
Soon after, Richie stood up from under his desk as Alina returned to the cubicle doorway. She placed her slender, feminine arm against the edge of the entrance, effectively blocking any potential exit. Her tall and slender frame filled the space. Richie first took notice of her chest, which was at his face's height. Struggling, he lifted his dark blue eyes to meet her light ones.
He lunged for a breath and scanned the area. Blaine was nowhere to be seen.
Richie then realized that her sweet scent of lavender and vanilla had returned, heightening his senses. They were so close - almost close enough to touch. Once again, he was taken aback by her striking beauty. She exuded a mysterious allure that left him captivated.
She then placed both of her hands on his broad shoulders, pulling him towards her. The aroma of cinnamon lingered in her breath, reminiscent of the holidays. Her full red lips neared his ear, whispering that Blaine was going down to grab some coffee.
Richie slowly stepped away from her and backed up, "I'm not allowed to be alone while doing electrical work," he said anxiously in front of this stunning African goddess, who still had her hands on his shoulders. She had given him some space, but refused to let go.
Alina observed this innocent young man and excitedly ensnared him with her charm, "Richie, calm down," she whispered seductively, "I told him I needed your help to move some heavy boxes out of storage. Blaine hates hard work, so he'll definitely take a break."
She knew what she was talking about, Richie thought. He simply stood there, bewildered. Alina had the most hypnotizing laugh, which jiggled her beautiful brown breasts.
Their eyes met, and she softened slightly. She removed one arm from his shoulder and smoothed down her skirt.
Richie smiled at her. She was merely a woman, not a goddess in his eyes.
She returned the smile, flashing her straight and pearly white teeth.
They were now a team, Alina believed. She stepped aside, allowing Richie the freedom to walk through the corridor between the cubicles. "Let's see how these heavy boxes are," Richie decided confidently. He glanced around, feeling relieved to spend some time in the presence of such a gorgeous brown woman. Alina then walked towards the elevator.
In one quick motion, Richie crouched down, adjusting himself with one hand while fetching his black tool bag with the other.
He hastened in his heavy work boots to keep up with her.
As they walked between the wide aisles of the cubicles, the noise and hustle of the office returned. Richie noticed people at their desks, watching the two of them approach the elevator. There were snickers, smiles, and even giggles among the cubicle occupants. Two men even offered him enthusiastic thumbs-up. He lowered his head and rubbed the back of his neck nervously.
When he looked up, he saw her perfectly round ass swaying left and right like a pendulum. Richie succumbed to the urge and fixated on this enchanting, peach-shaped ass bobbing back and forth.
He could steal those hips from behind in one swift motion. He'd remove her sundress in one swoop. Sliding his cock deep into her velvety folds, he and Alina would synchronize in their movements. As she came again and again, her head would toss from side to side, and her cry of pleasure would fill the air. His orgasm would build with each motion, and as they finished together, he would spin her around and seize his cock to empty himself onto her chest and her perky, high brown breasts. When his climax receded, she'd cup his growing erection and stroke it gently, enjoying the aftershocks. Alina's eyes would closely watch his expressions and use her pink tongue peeking out to indulge in the remaining spurts of semen on his crotch.
Richie, lost in deep thought, was jolted back to reality by the sharp sound of Alina's high heels clicking against the tile floor as she made her way toward the elevator. She gracefully stopped in front of the elevator, using the tip of her index finger to press the button that would call it up. She then spun around, catching Richie's attention with a seductive grin. He couldn't help but stare at her toned legs, clad in stockings and topped with a pair of shiny pumps.
Even from a distance, he could see the outline of her curves through her dress. He also noticed the dark lines of her stockings running up her legs like graceful rivers.
Curiosity flitted across Alina's face. She licked her lips and glanced down at the blood-filled bulge in Richie's jeans. She seemed amused by the size he was sporting down below, clutching her own battering ram with a knowing smile.
"How do you like what you see, Richie?" she asked, with a nonchalant air that put him at ease. His hand tightened on his tool bag. His face felt hot, and he was aware of the growing pressure between his legs.
"Yes," Richie replied, their eyes locked for a moment before he fumbled for a more appropriate reply. "I mean, why are we going to the 18th floor? I thought you needed my help for something."
A smirk tugged at the corners of Alina's lips. "There's some heavy lifting that needs to be done up there. In storage. Come with me and we'll see how much you can handle."
She stepped into the elevator, swaying her hips enticingly. Richie could feel her gaze on him as he followed, the metal doors closing behind him. The elevator was crammed with people, but no one gave Alina any trouble.
Each floor passed and the crowd thinned until Richie and Alina were alone and she slipped her arm around his elbow, restlessly stroking his denim-covered cock as they rode the elevator up. Alina noticed how long and thick it was; she'd never seen one so impressive. She easily removed her coat during the ascent, letting Richie drink in the sight of her flawless skin, knee socks, and black heels.
Before he could think, Alina turned toward him, still gripping his cock through his jeans. He was astounded by how big his member was; he wondered if he'd need a special condom to accommodate it.
With a wry chuckle, Alina stood up and turned to Richie. She struck a provocative pose, ostensibly to look at him while cupping his manhood but also to show off her toned figure and luscious curves. She looked like a porn goddess, ready to offer herself to him.
Their gazes locked, their bodies just feet apart, as the elevator came to a stop on the 18th floor. The doors hissed open on a smooth, empty floor filled with pallets, boxes, and office furniture. Alina dropped Richie's cock and sauntered over to a nearby spot, her hips swaying suggestively.
As Richie's eyes scanned the room, he was confronted with an array of luxury furnishings and office equipment, polished and dust-free. He looked for Blaine, his leader, but found no one. Then he noticed the content look on Alina's face, as if she was a queen of this private space.
"You did this," he guessed.
Alina didn't answer. Instead, she continued to study him, her eyes flashing with desire. "We'll start by taking this high-rise office furniture and moving it somewhere else."
Alina twisted her body to face the elevator doors. Richie was fixing his gaze outside of them. When she moved back, she slipped her well-manicured red fingers into the waistband of his jeans and yanked him away from the door. She then dragged him into the eerily quiet and vacant 18th floor.Fate had it that he'd pictured carrying out much more than she was about to do.
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