Our footsteps echo down the cold metal walls of a still, silent corridor.  I push the cart as you fish through your purse for the key.  You stop me at unit 327, and continue to dig through your purse before finding the key at the bottom.  With one twist of the key you unlock the unit, removing the padlock and putting it and the key in your purse.  I reach down and roll up the large metal door, and you step aside as I pull the cart into the unit.  So far, there aren’t many items inside:  A floor lamp with a cheap plastic shade, several boxes of ceramic floor tiles, three see-through plastic tubs filled with old clothes, and a dozen cardboard boxes, most containing household items.  Everything is on one side of the unit.

I take five minutes to unload the cart and place the new boxes in neat, steady stacks.  The stacks stand four boxes high, and don’t wobble at all.  We’ve still got another three or four trips to make, but we have plenty of time.  I’m thinking we can get the whole thing finished by tomorrow at the latest.  In fact, we’ve got so much time that before we go back for another load, I think it would be best to spare half an hour for the betterment of our sex life.

“Come in,” I tell you.  You take a tentative step forward, a cautious and inquisitive look on your face.  You’re not sure why I’m beckoning you inside rather than joining you outside.  Then I give you that look, put my hands on your wrist and pull me close to you.  We meet in a steamy, passionate kiss that threatens to fog up the corrugated metal walls of the unit.  As our tongues meet, you feel my hands snaking down your waist and over your hips before nestling between your legs.  Yours are on a similar path, and as I feel your hands working on my belt buckle, we hear footsteps in the corridor outside.  We stop.

“We should go and get some more boxes,” you say.  I move to the doorway but instead of exiting I reach up and pull the door down to the ground, closing us in.  Darkness envelops us.  I wasn’t expecting it to be so dark in here.  Some light from the corridor encroaches through the top of the unit, and I can make out the edges of the boxes, but just faintly.  I can see you as well, but just barely.  Briefly I envision stumbling into the stacks of boxes I’ve just constructed, knocking them over and getting crushed.  I don’t envision this very long, though, as your hands are once again on my belt buckle.  This time you move quickly, and by the time I realize that my pants are down, you’ve already swallowed my cock to the base.  I feel the head reach the back of your throat and as soon as you come up for air you plunge down to the base again and repeat the process.

I’m throbbing, and the sound of my heartbeat echoes like thunder through the darkness in much the same way that a blind person may develop heightened hearing.  Finally you stop and take your mouth off of me.  I hear you licking your palms, and then you grip me with both hands, stroking me over and over into your mouth.  The feel of your lips and tongue working their magic is too much.  Five more seconds and I’ll cum all over your face.  It wouldn’t be a problem, of course; we both know that my first orgasm is just an appetizer anyway.  But I want to take care of you first.  I pull you to your feet and reach down to undo your jeans, but bare skin meets my touch.  I caress your legs and your ass, delighted to find that you’ve already stripped out of them.

My hand finds your pussy in the dark, fingers parting your lovely moist lips as my thumb moves to cradle your clit.  But your hand stops me:  “This is for you,” you say, pulling me by the wrist.  In the dark you move us into the empty corner of the unit and place my hands on your hips.  You back up into my still-throbbing hardness, and as I thrust I hold your hair, pulling you onto me exactly as I know you like it.  Our sexual sounds bounce off the metal walls, and as we move in unison I feel my arousal climbing.  When I know I’m close I somehow manage to whisper “I’m cumming,” between shallow, ragged breaths.  I repeat it twice more, just to make sure you know that your efforts are about to pay off.

Quickly you pull away from me, and then I feel your mouth encircle my cock, sucking deeply and swallowing greedily as my orgasm overtakes me.  You make hungry sounds of satisfaction as you receive your reward, and as I struggle to catch my breath I feel your tongue licking me clean, savoring every last drop.

We head home then, to load the car with as many boxes as it can carry.  But before we do that, it’s your turn.

-Jack