The tiles are cold. It feels somehow wrong to walk upon them barefoot: one gets that feeling of vulnerability, putting one’s naked feet into the domain of boots. He shivers slightly. Being in this corridor, with its row of sliding doors and its institution-green walls is a strange sensation in and of itself: he keeps expecting somebody, maybe a stern nurse or a dark-suited official, to emerge from one of the doors and ask him why, exactly, is he strolling down this corridor with his hair all wet, wearing nothing but a fuzzy bath towel.
The feeling is altogether exciting.
Nobody comes to investigate the patter of his feet on the tiling. The building seems deserted. The doors lack number plates (in fact, they don’t even have handles), so he counts them aloud as he walks – eleven, twelve, thirteen, and all the way down to thirty-two. That’s the one, she’d told him. “Thirty-two” – she said, “knock thrice, then twice, then five times.” And so he does.
The door slides open almost soundlessly. It’s dark in there: he can’t make out much except the flooring, which seems to be a larger gauge of tile than outside. He pauses for a second. An outside observer might take his expression for trepidation at this moment. He adjusts the towel and steps inside. The door slides shut behind him.
He takes a few tentative steps forward and pauses, listening. He can hear something like the whirring of cooling fans, perhaps. The air here smells mildly of dust.
Warm hands cover his eyes and he gasps, but recovers quickly.
“Ah.. hello to you too” – he manages. One of the hands moves down to his mouth, extending a finger across his lips: hush. And so he does. Having made its point, the hand slides further down, to the knot of his towel. It waits there for a few seconds, then yanks on it firmly, exposing him in one swift motion. He shivers again. The air is warm.
He leans back into her and simultaneously she moves forward to press against him: he feels the fabric of her clothing on his bare skin. She’s seemingly wearing some sort of button-up shirt, and as she moves in to nip at his neck, the plastic plate covering her eyes rubs against the side of his face. He realizes what it is as she spins him around herself and presses him into the wall (Noise insulation foam? That feels like noise insulation foam), so that he faces her. There’s a little red pilot light blinking in the darkness, just where her left eye would be – that’s a nightvision set, rendering everything for her in real color with an IR lamp and a rather sophisticated image transformation algorhythm.
The excitement he feels is perceptible in the increased rate of his breathing, the slight flush of his face, and, as he spreads his legs more, realizing he’s being displayed before her, in the vigorousness of his erection. He’s been at least semi-hard with anticipation since he stepped out of the shower and into the corridor, but the sudden revelation that she can see him perfectly and is inspecting his body while he is totally blind has had a profound effect on him.
The light moves down and up as she looks him over. One of her hands caresses his throat, while the other brushes past his cock and travels upward, stopping to pinch a nipple, before both hands tilt his face slightly and she kisses him. Her mouth tastes of something chemical, odd – but not unpleasant. His hands move to grope her ass (Jeans, huh?), which she allows for a few seconds, before catching them in her own. Just as quickly, he’s spun around, his palms pressed against the wall with hers over them. She bites his ear lightly, then removes her hands; he keeps his where she put them.
She returns the favor by groping his ass herself and giving it a sharp slap. He’s still silent. She hums to herself as she inspects his shaved asshole, then gives his cock a few long, languid strokes, making him arch his back a little more. Her hand comes in with something cold and slippery, and he barely supresses a yelp. He swears he heard her chuckle very quietly at that. Her fingers circle his asshole a few times while her other hand continues stroking him. Then she pushes a finger inside, slowly at first. He’s played with himself like this before, so he just thrusts his butt out further and stays silent.
The finger starts moving inside him; after a while, another joins it, all the while her hand keeps jerking him off, the pace ramping up steadily. The lewdness of it all makes his breath catch a little; still he makes almost no sound.
Just as soon as he starts having trouble holding back, she withdraws her fingers. Looking over his shoulder, he sees the light dip down somewhat, just before something bigger than a finger presses against his ass and starts slowly pushing its way inside. It goes deeper, pausing sometimes – she’s quite gentle with it, even though he says nothing – until it’s almost all the way in. She makes him turn around again with a yank on his shoulder, so that he’s standing before her, looking into her pilot-light for a few deliberate seconds. Then, the light sinks down, and he feels her hot breath on his cock, just as her hand returns to the dildo – no, vibrator, he realizes a second later – up his ass.
Her tongue moves up his shaft as she withdraws the vibrator slowly. His knees tremble. Then she pushes it back in, now licking along the head. Back out. Back in. Still, she just licks it. The light blinks mischievously at him from below. He grins at it, then lets out a long moan as she takes it out again. He can almost feel her smile at that before she takes his cock in her mouth and starts sucking hard, while her hand picks up the pace. He’s moaning a lot now, not knowing whether to move back toward her thrusts or forward to try and sink himself deeper into her mouth.
“Stop… please stop, not yet, nooo – ohh~” – he doesn’t quite manage to finish that, but she gets the message. The vibrator is slid out, and he staggers back to lean on the wall as she moves about in the dark, gathering something clinking. The feeling of emptiness is almost unusual now.
There’s a rustle of fabric, some more clinking, a click, and the red light moves back to hover before his face. She’s naked now, he realizes, and an idea asserts itself in his mind rather suddenly. His hands move quickly to grab her, one going to her bare ass, the other cupping her breast, as his mouth comes down almost painfully upon hers. She melts in his arms, and in this moment he knows that he could turn the tables on her right now, push her to the floor and take her, night vision or no. He hesistates deliberately, and the moment passes. She recovers, pushing him back against the wall, then breaking the kiss and twisting his arm rather roughly, then locking something over it with a metallic clang. Before he realizes it, his hands have been cuffed behind his back. She tugs sharply on his hair, then slaps his ass again, this time hard, and he can’t help but gasp.
Jerking his cuffs upward by the chain, she pushes him to his knees first, then her hand comes down on the back of his head and she forces him to press his cheek against the cool tiles of the floor. He can hear her getting up, and then she spanks him again, repeatedly, and he moans with each slap.
Her hands grab his hips firmly, and the vibrator slides back inside him in one smooth motion. Without any sort of preamble, she starts fucking him rough and hard, her body rhythmically slapping against his. Her nails rake along his back as her hands move to grab his shoulders, pressing down on them. He feels her tits pressing against his back as she moves in to growl in his ear, making him shudder under her.
She pounds him relentlessly; his eyes roll back; the still-conscious part of his mind suspects that he might be drooling. Then suddenly, she stops. He tries to protest, but only manages a vaguely indignant noise before she pulls out.
“Roll over”.
Her voice is a little hoarse – she hadn’t spoken in a long time. He takes a few seconds to collect himself, then does as he’s told. She looks at him for a few seconds, then pushes back in – agonizingly slowly this time. He grabs on to her waist with his legs and pulls her all the way inside, but she hikes them up over her shoulders, pinning them in place.
“Just…wanted to get a good look at your face”, she whispers.
“And?” Something like a smile replaces the sex-addled expression on his face for a moment.
“You look like a total slut, babe”, she says, and kisses him again. He laughs, but it catches in his throat as she renews her previous pace. She starts jerking him off roughly, causing a sharp intake of breath. She sticks her thumb in his mouth and he starts sucking on it happily, lost in the sensation of being taken by her.
“Now cum”, she breathes, “Cum for me”.
And so he does.
His whole body writhes beneath her, but she holds him firmly in place. His toes curl, and he lets out a low moan as his cock shoots sticky sperm all over their stomachs. She keeps going throughout his orgasm, and slows down gradually, letting her breath out and then collapsing on top of him, heedless of the mess between them.
“Not…bad, huh?” – sounding groggy now.
He mumbles something, still lost in his post-sex afterglow. She sighs.
“At least get to bed before falling asleep. Here, I’ll lead you. Here… now here. Clever boy.”
She tucks his blanket in. The last thing he feels before sleep overtakes him is her hand running through his hair.
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