The Stairwell

Silence now surrounded them, the music and other sounds of the service above now gone. Footsteps approached from above and as he zipped his slacks and fastened his belt, her hands reached out in the dark and found the heavy chain that held the gate closed. She tugged at it in exasperation and the chain rattled in the dark. The footsteps grew louder and closer. She gave it one last tug, already formulating a
story in her head to present to whoever was approaching them on the dark stairs.
"Who's there?" A voice called out from above.

They grinned like children who had been caught with their hands in the cookie jar. The disembodied voice paused to listen for a response. Hearing none, the footsteps started to retreat. She felt strong fingers pinch her ass cheek and let out a loud squeak of surprised pain. The footsteps paused and she felt for his face in the darkness. She bestowed a butterfly kiss on his parted lips and then a light slap on his cheek as payback for the pinch. The place where his finger had squeezed was still warm and burning slightly.

"Is anyone there?" The pause continued. He threw an arm around her neck and pulled her to him. He embraced her tightly and released a low chuckle into her soft silky strawberry blonde hair as they listened to the nervous voice probe the darkness from above. Finally the footsteps receded and they heard the door at the top of the stairs shut with a dull thud.

They stood in the dark for a few moments, silently agreeing to wait for a moment before climbing the stairs and emerging back into the main Cathedral. Finally she felt him grasp her hand and pull her forward up the stairs. When they reached the top and he placed his hand on the door handle, he paused to dip his head and kiss her one more time. He ended the kiss with a gentle nibble and a light lick with the tip of his tongue. He flexed his forearm to open the door. Nothing. He turned to face it and pulled more forcefully. Still nothing. They were locked in. Once more he grasped the handle with both hands and his biceps rolled under the light touch of her hand on his arm as he pulled with all his might. The solid oak door was locked tight. Now they really were trapped.

He felt soft kisses on the back of his neck in the darkness. Her arms encircled his waist and he clasped her small hands where they met in front of him. He could feel her cheek rest against his back. She let out a small sigh.

"Now we are really trapped," he said quietly. She responded by pulling his coat aside from behind and putting her hands in his pockets.

"It's cold in here," she replied. He felt her delicate fingers dance along the thin fabric that separated his slightly aroused cock from them. He shook his head and pressed down on her hands with his.

"We really are trapped this time," he said with a frown. "Maybe we should bang on the door so they will hear us."

Since her fingers were locked down in his grip, she slowly slid her body back and forth behind him. Wiggling against his hard firm body. He could not help but laugh out loud.

"You are insatiable" he whispered back over his shoulder. Her answer was to pull her hands from his pockets and shove him roughly against the door. His hands flew out instinctually and his palms rested against the cool musty oak door. He could smell an underlying scent of rust and the dampness of the stone stairwell.

"Do you know what I was thinking when we were in the chapel?" She ran her hands up under his sweater. "I was thinking how much I wanted to feel you against me." He turned to face her and she pushed his sweater up and starting kissing the soft flesh of his sculpted stomach. He sighed and leaned back against the door.

"Are you listening to me? We are locked in here."

He felt the tip of her tongue lick suggestively up the center line of his belly and her head disappeared under his sweater.

"It's really quite simple." Long lick that ended at his right nipple.

"Either we make alot of noise and they come running to unlock the door...." Her teeth grazed his erect nipple gently and then her mouth closed over it and began to suck. Despite the chill emanating from the stone walls he started to feel slightly flushed. Her mouth released him and he could feel the cool air move over the wetness she had left.

"Or," She licked across to his left nipple, "I get to feel all of you...all over me..." She repeated the licking and sucking on his left nipple and he felt himself grow even harder in response to her flicking tongue.

"Either way," she kissed his collarbone, "I will be happy."

His back to the door, he bent his knees and slid down to a seated position. She straddled his legs and lowered herself so she was seated on his lap. She could feel him, stiff and hard, through his pants, and she strategically rested her mound on him, still swollen from it's last stroking at the base of the stairs. He could feel her heat as shemoved on top of him and placed her hands on either side of his face and demanded yet another kiss. The kiss started out light and somewhat playful. She pushed at his jacket and he obliged by removing it as she continued to suck on his tongue. Next came his sweater and after he had pulled it over his head her desire seemed to grow as she stroked and caressed his skin and rocked gently in his lap...rubbing her heat against his swollen hard on. Her hair tickled him softly as it fell upon his chest and trailed behind her head as she bestowed tiny chaste kisses across his shoulders.

His hands found her bodice and once again freed her breasts from their lace prison as he had earlier in the little chapel. She moaned as his mouth found her nipples and her hands caressed the back of his neck and head as he nipped and teased her with his tongue. His hands ran up underneath the soft chiffon of her dress and found her hips and felt the rhythm of her as she rocked back and forth, rubbing herself on him and moaning at the sucking sensation he had created with his lips.

He brought a hand up to her face, gently running a finger along her jaw line. He leaned in close, pinning her with a lust filled gaze that shone from his eyes in the darkness. Letting the hand at her jaw drop slowly down her neck to her collarbone and then her waist, he drew it around her and pulled her strongly to him. In his mind's eye, he could see her mouth was slightly open as she watched him, her own desire rendering her powerless to offer any resistance. He tilted her face up to his with his free hand and kissed the corner of her mouth lightly, then the center of her upper lip. As he did so, a low moan escaped her throat. He pulled her tighter against him as his lips closed over hers completely. He shivered as he felt her purr while she brought her arms around him and returned his kiss. Their hands moved over each other's bodies with increasing hunger. The fabric of her dress was fluid over her skin as he moved his hands over her and teased her with thoughts of slipping it off. He slipped his hands under the chiffon, slowly inching it up as he kissed his way up the soft skin of her torso. He leaned forward and slowly lowered her to her back on the cold stone floor. He mentally made a note to leave the belt at home next time as he shed his pants once again. He bent to kiss the sensitive part where her thigh met her hip and her felt her squirm underneath him. He blew softly into her damp golden curls and she moaned yet again. He continued to kiss up her body and she could feel his warmth and smell his scent as he moved closer to her. His hard cock brushed against her inner thigh and it felt like a steel sword that had been sheathed in velvet. The head of it brushed against her sensitive slit and she almost cried out in frustration as it teased her while he kissed her neck and shoulders. Suddenly she felt him tense and she caught her breath as he pushed through her, relishing the feel his size and length. He could feel her body responding to every touch, to every move he made. His breathing was ragged at her ear.

"Does that feel good?" He questioned as his mouth covered hers.

The saliva pooled at the back of her mouth and ran down her throat, rendering her mute; she nodded against his temple in response. He continued enticing her with his whispers.

"Does it?"

"Yes..." she managed this time. He moved against her with mounting intensity; he felt so good and the combined sensation of her tight hot wet pussy clinging to him and holding him tightly was almost more then he could bear. As she met his strokes and whimpered from the deep penetration, she felt the building sensation in her center rise to breaking point. His breath was at her ear. "God you're so soft..." She moaned and the throaty sound transformed to a low cry. Her voice broke as her body tensed against his in tremendous force of release. His body erupted in an explosion of pleasure along with her; everything around him seemed to fade away.

He rolled off of her and rested on his back on the floor. She lay next to him still trembling from her orgasm. How he wished they were in a nice soft warm bed instead of locked in a cold dark damp stairwell.

"I could have sworn I heard something down there, Bishop."

The both jumped at the voice outside the door. They could hear the tumblers in the lock fall and they scrambled from the floor as a sliver of light appeared at the edge of the darkness.....

December 2001