An adult stories – Captivated by a Neighbour by ReclaimingLostTime,ReclaimingLostTime I was on my way home from work, a rare occurrence in these days of working from home, it was a routine trudge, station to home through a network of residential streets, one I’d done thousands of times before, and the late spring evening made it quite pleasant. The gardens were in full bloom, lawns freshly mown, but I was pretty much in auto-mode, my mind on the day I’d just had. To be fair it was good to be in the office sometimes, meeting old friends, a quick pint after work. There was a lot to be said for working from home, but it did lack the social aspects of being in a group of people interacting with each other. The current thinking was two days in the office, three at home.
I’d got used to it, it allowed a certain flexibility, as an accountant we had our busy times, end of the calendar and financial years, but for the rest of the 9 months it was a nice steady progress. I was looking forward to getting home and getting my suit off, no tie these days thankfully, and slipping into a tee shirt and a pair of track pants, or even shorts, it was just about warm enough, and getting myself outside a beer or two had a certain appeal.
I was hardly paying any attention to my surroundings, there was minimal traffic, when I noticed a figure standing at a crossroads stock still. A dog was by her side, for indeed it was a woman, and as I approached I couldn’t help notice but it was a very attractive young woman. She was dressed in what could only be described as slightly odd clothes, loose fitting trousers and a baggy jacket, but as I neared I could see that she possessed striking features.
She was staring straight ahead and I wondered what she was looking at. Then I saw the dog, sitting immobile by her side. She was holding a square metal harness and I saw that it was a guide dog, a lovely golden retriever. Neither were moving, just standing there and I approached a little tentatively.
“I’m sorry,” I asked, wondering why we English always start any conversation with an apology, “but is there a problem? Can I help in any way?”
She turned to face me, her eyes seemingly unfocussed, “Thank you but I’m afraid to say we’re lost. We moved into a new flat recently and seemingly on our way home from work we’ve taken a wrong turn and neither of us actually know where we are.” I realised that the ‘we’ was in fact herself and her dog. “Bruno is trained to stop immediately and sit when this happens, and I’ve really no alternative but to follow his training.”
“Where do you need to go?” I asked
“15 Uplands Avenue,” she answered, “it’s a new terrace of houses. Do you know it?”
I did indeed, as it had been built right next to my house. I lived in a lovely Victorian semi, purchased partly with an inheritance from my grandmother. The house had huge bay fronted windows and was a prime example of its genre. The house next door, a large imposing Victorian detached had recently been demolished to make way for what could only be described as a blot on the landscape.
All right angles and quirky features, it sat looking totally out of place. Needless to say the whole neighbourhood had opposed the planning application, even though it was replacing a very dilapidated building, but to no avail, having to make way for what everyone considered an eyesore. And so I’d tolerated eighteen months of building works until the monstrosity was finally built.
“I do indeed,” I answered, “can I help to guide you there?” Whilst I had no truck with the building I could hardly take umbrage at the occupiers, particularly anyone who couldn’t actually see it! “What’s the best way of doing this?”
“Take my arm and tuck it into yours,” she instructed, and with a command to Bruno we set off.
“When did you move in?” I enquired.
“Only about a week ago, and as you have discovered we’re still finding our feet. I’ve got bruises all over my legs from bumping into furniture, but we’re getting there slowly. I do hope I’m not dragging you too far from your way.”
“Not at all, in fact I’m your next-door neighbour.”
“Which side?”
“Well if you stand at your front door and look to the right…..” I suddenly realised what I had said. “I am so sorry, I forgot that….”
“Please don’t apologise, you have no idea how often that happens to me. The words ‘see’ and ‘look have so many uses in the English language. I really don’t offend easily.”
We moved along at a surprisingly brisk pace and were soon at her front door. “I really appreciate that,” she said, “it’s amazing how helpful some people can be when the need arises. Would you like to come in and have a cup of tea or coffee, or perhaps a beer? It would be nice to get to know my neighbour a bit better.” It seemed churlish to refuse and the thought of a beer was tempting so I accepted.
She opened the front door into a small hallway and took off her jacket revealing trim figure in a tight fitting jumper which covered a rather nice pair of breasts. She stoopped and took Bruno’s harness off, and job done, he ambled off to settle in a dog bed I could just see in the kitchen. “Go through to the lounge and sit down,” she instructed, “Is Peroni OK?” I thanked her and went into the lounge. The furniture was all new and looked expensive, but there was a marked absence of pictures or ornaments. I walked over to the window and found that I was looking straight up at my house, sitting slightly higher up the hill.
“Here you are.” Came a voice from the doorway, “Where are you sitting?”
“I’ll go in the armchair,” I replied and sat down as she strode confidently over and held out the bottle. “Hope you don’t mind it straight out of the bottle, it saves the effort of pouring into a glass, and I’m told it’s the modern trend.” She held her bottle out and we chinked, it seemed such a natural thing to do.
“Have you always been blind?” I asked, “Sorry, if you don’t want to talk about it….”
“No, I don’t mind talking about it, I don’t get a lot of opportunity to talk to a lot of people outside of work, and whilst Bruno is a great listener he’s a lousy conversationalist. I was knocked over by a car when I was twelve, and hit my head badly. When I came out of a coma after a few days I couldn’t see. They think it was a shock to the optic nerve. That was fifteen years ago now.” That put her at twenty seven, I thought, a couple of years younger than me.
“I do remember some things, it’s great to know colours, and what things look like, but there will always be things that only exist in my imagination. For example I don’t know what some buildings look like, the Taj Mahal, or Sydney Opera House, because they weren’t in my consciousness then. There are so many things I’d love to see, but I have to be grateful for what I’ve got. Loss of my sight has heightened all of my other senses, it’s remarkable how the human body can adapt. My one big regret is that if I have children one day, I will never see their faces.”
Despite her obvious sadness at the last comment, it was such a positive spin on life that I was a little overawed. We chatted on, she was remarkably up to date on current affairs, she was an ardent Formula 1 fan, but found the commentary very visual based, and preferred to listen on the radio rather than the TV.
“Another beer?” I realised we had both finished and accepted.
“I’ll get them,” I offered.
“I’m blind not helpless,” she countered quickly. “Sorry that didn’t come out as I meant it. People think I’m totally helpless and want to do everything for me, but some 25% of blind people live alone, did you know that? I’ve had my own place for eight years now and I couldn’t imagine anything other than that.” She got up and returned with two more, unerringly handing me mine.
“Alexa, what’s the time?”
“Look,” she started, then stopped, “see how I’ve used those words myself in a different context? I was only going to have a pizza this evening, would you like to stay and have some? Oh sorry, I don’t know anything about you, do you have anyone at home, a wife or partner, or perhaps a husband?” she added impishly.
“None of those, I’m happily unattached, and very definitely not gay. We’ll not this week anyway! I’d be delighted to share a pizza with you.”
“Settled! I’ll go and pop a couple in the oven. Cheese Medley OK with you?” She stood and disappeared and I heard the opening and closing of doors in the kitchen followed by several beeps and a command to Alexa to set a timer. She returned and picked up her beer and we resumed our conversation.
The timer pinged and once more she stood. “Shall we go and eat in the kitchen, it’s a bit easier.” We went into the kitchen and she got some plates out. “There are some things that you could help me with, could you get the pizzas out and cut them up, hot ovens and sharp knives don’t sit well when you can’t see.” I gladly obliged as she offered some wine.
Over dinner I asked her what she did for a living. “I’m an Osteopath, I share a small practice with a friend in town. It fits really well with being blind actually, virtually all my diagnosis and remedial work is done with my fingertips. Every injury to the body leaves a shadow and I can read that by touch. In fact my friend often treats people with her eyes shut, it aids concentration and focus she says.”
I was amazed at this young woman’s talents and told her so, my own life as an accountant seeming decidedly mundane and one dimensional.
Before I knew it, it was getting late and I thought I’d better go although I was reluctant to leave the company of this charming and attractive, in every sense, woman. She guided me to the front door, “Rob, can I ask you something very personal?” Puzzled I agreed. “Can I touch your face? I know your voice now but I’d like to know your face.” I agreed and she ran her fingers lightly over my face, tracing the contours, running them over my head and shoulders. It was a very sensual and personal feeling and I understood why she’d asked first. “You should smile more,” she said, “your whole face lights up when you do.”
“Perhaps I will now I’ve met you,” I replied, then added, “Can I see you again? Oops, I’ve done it again.”
She laughed, “Yes you can see me if I can touch you?” With that she reached out a hand and gently caressed my cheek. “Goodnight Rob.”
“Goodnight Carol.”
I walked the few yards to my door feeling very buoyed by my evening and looking forward very much to the next one.
However I didn’t see her for a few days, and it was only when I was walking back from the station one evening when I recognised the outline of a woman and a dog. I hurried to catch up, and wary of startling her called out whilst I was a few yards away, “Hello Carol, remember me, it’s Rob from next-door.” she stopped and turned to face me, Bruno obediently sitting down.
“Of course I do Rob, how are you?”
We resumed our walk home and as we got to the parting of the ways I plucked up enough courage to say, “I very much enjoyed our evening together the other day and I wondered if you’d like to repeat it. Perhaps at my house this time?”
“That sounds very nice Rob, when did you have in mind?”
“Well how about tonight? I’ve got a lasagne ready prepared and there’s enough for two?”
“Sounds much better that what I’ve got for myself, I’d be delighted to come. Would six thirty be too early?”
“That sounds perfect,” Mindful of her comments about not being helpless I added, “Can you find your own way or should I come and get you?”
“Would you mind coming for me, once Bruno and I have done a route a couple of times we can usually manage it, but the first time is a bit like Columbus setting off for the New World. Travelling more in hope than expectation.” I confirmed I’d be back to collect her a bit later and went indoors to get ready.
Dead on the dot I was ringing her doorbell and was pleased to see she was ready. I took her arm and guided her and Bruno the few steps to my house and led her inside. We sat in the lounge for a while over a couple of bottles of Stella, then moved to the small dining area to eat. I was amazed at how she managed to eat without actually seeing her food, using a fork and a spoon. She drank a few glasses of wine and we had a most relaxed evening.
She explained how technology had helped enormously over the last few years, and devices like Alexa had really transformed her ability to do things, her phone had a text-to-speech App that meant she could read labels and the like and we talked about how it must have been before the modern communications era. Once more I found her to be a most attractive companion and already I was planning on how I could see her again.
“Would it be helpful if we swapped phone numbers?” I asked, “You might have an emergency or something and you could always give me a ring or send a message.” She readily agreed and we did so.
As we relaxed after dinner I couldn’t help admire her figure again, she was dressed in a skirt this time and I could see that her calves and ankles were delicately turned with a nice bum and trim waist. It was her breasts that stood out, literally. They were by no means large and I wondered what sort of bra she was wearing to show them off so well. I felt a bit of a lecher, openly looking at her knowing she could not see me doing so, but I was only human and male after all!
I walked her and Bruno back to her door and as we parted she ran her hand down my face again. I didn’t quite know how to respond so put my hand on her back and leaned in for a quick kiss on the cheek. “Thank you Rob, I enjoyed that and you make a fine lasagne. My turn next!” I bade her goodnight and waited for her lights to go on, but then realised she had no need of any, so turned back home.
Next day was a working from home day so I rose a little later and went over to window to open the blinds. It was a bright day and as I looked over to Carol’s house I realised that I could see right into her upstairs window. As I did so a figure came into view through the doorway wrapped in a white towel. Instinctively I ducked back but then realised my mistake. I knew I shouldn’t look, but remained watching. I could see her hair was wet and presumed she had just got out of the shower or bath.
Suddenly she dropped the towel from round her and turned to face the window. I could see her whole body clearly, her legs rising up to a mass of dark hair between them, up to the most magnificent pair of breasts I had ever seen. They were pert with a slight upturn and her nipples were dark and half puffy. As I stood dumbfounded, she lifted each breast and dried it, then between her legs.
I could hardly catch my breath as I looked down and saw that my right hand was stroking my cock, wrapped tightly round it, already sending quivers of pleasure though me. She went to a dresser and opened a drawer and taking out a pair of panties slipped them on, running her hands round her to settle them, then sat at the dresser, still naked from the waist up and started to dry her hair.
If anything that only served to enhance her breasts as they wobbled on her chest. My hand was now rubbing furiously at my cock and I was starting to feel my orgasm building. She put the hairdryer down and pulled a bra out, then standing facing the window once more shrugged her arms into it and lowered her breasts into the cups. It was at this point I could take no more and my cock erupted into a spray of cum shooting out in front of me. I collapsed back onto the bed, sitting down as my left hand caught most of it. Finally it stopped and I grabbed some convenient tissues to mop myself up.
When I peered again she had gone and I suddenly felt very guilty, a sense of betrayal flooding through me, mixed up with a huge excitement. I showered and dressed and was just finishing when I saw her emerge from her front door with Bruno. As I watched she seemed to look over to my house and I felt even more guilty.
Needless to say I found it difficult to concentrate on work that day, my mind continually wandering back to Carol’s naked form in her bedroom. Even another wank mid-morning failed to dampen my libido, although I was still plagued with guilt. It went through my mind that I should tell her she needed to close her curtains, but how could I bring it up without revealing what I had done?
I kept an eye open for her that evening but didn’t see her and the house was in its usual darkness. Next morning I woke and as usual my hand found my morning wood and began to stroke it. I lay there watching the clock, desperately wanting to get up and see if there was to be a repeat or not. My mind was terribly torn, but finally I weakened and got up to roll up the blinds. As before, her room was wide open to my view but although I sat here for a while I did not see her until she emerged with Bruno, a mixture of relief and disappointment flooding through me.
The next day I made sure I caught the same train home and was walking along looking out for her, seeing her ahead of me. I rapidly caught up but slowed as I approached her. “Is that you Rob?” a voice called out.
“It is,” I replied “but how on earth did you know?”
“You drag your foot slightly when you walk, it is most distinctive. The right one I believe. Have you injured it in the past?” I admitted to her that I had in fact broken it many years ago playing football, but had not realised that I had a limp. Once again she had amazed me with her acuity despite not being able to see.
We parted at her door and I had barely had time to get my jacket off when my phone rang. I looked at the display and saw it was Carol. “Rob, I’m sorry to disturb you, but could you possibly come over? Something seems to have happened as nothing works. Alexa won’t answer and my fridge seems to have gone off.” I told her that I’d be right over and practically ran to her front door. I could hear the house was very quiet and there seemed to be no power, the router lights were all off and none of the appliances in the kitchen wanted to work.
I suspected her power board had tripped and asked her if she knew where it was. She didn’t and I spent a short while peering in cupboards to find it, grateful that it wasn’t dark. Sure enough one of the circuits had tripped and the main switch was also off. I explained to her what had happened and said I’d turn them back on.
“Please don’t,” she said, “if I don’t know what to do then I’ll be reliant on someone to do it if it happens again. Please show me.” I admired her attitude.
I guided her to the cupboard under the stairs and helped her squeeze in with me. It was a tight fit and I was conscious our bodies were pressing together, a body I seen in its full glory only recently and I willed my cock to stay soft. I guided her hand to the switches, feeling how soft and small it was. Holding her hand I ran her fingers over the board and explained how they worked. She found the two that had tripped and pushed them back on. We wriggled out hearing the hum from the fridge again.
Her router started going through its reboot and soon everything was back to normal. “I’m so grateful Rob, let me get you a beer.” Once more we sat down and I decided that it was now or never.
“Carol, I’ve something to tell you and an apology to make. Yesterday morning I was at my bedroom window and couldn’t help but see into your house. Your bedroom in fact.” I swallowed hard. “I could see you come in and you took your towel off and stood naked. I feel I have to tell you this to warn you to keep your curtains drawn while you are changing. Also I must apologise to you unreservedly for looking.”
There was silence for what seemed an eternity. Finally she spoke, “And were you offended by what you saw?
“No, not at all.”
“Did you like what you saw?”
My mouth was way ahead of my brain, “Yes, I think you have the most beautiful breasts I have ever seen.” I swear her mouth turned up at the corners.
“Well on the basis I have never seen any, including my own, I cannot comment on that, but I’m glad you have told me and I shall bear that in mind in future. Tell me, did you watch for long?”
I nodded then remembered, “I’m sorry, I was a little bit mesmerised.”
“Did you enjoy seeing me naked?” I apologised again but she held her hand up, “and did you do anything else?”
“I..I..I” was all that came out of my mouth.
“When I lost my sight I began to realise how precious all our senses are, and how we must make the most of all of them while we can. If you hear some beautiful music, take the time to really listen to it. If you enjoy a good meal, really savour it and if you see a beautiful sight take it fully in. I can’t say I blame you, if the roles were reversed I would probably have done the same thing. I know you are a single healthy man and we all react to stimuli. I know I do, no I can’t see but I can hear and I find that I can get turned on by listening to raunchy stories.
We all pleasure ourselves, let’s face it, I do and I don’t doubt you’ve been doing it for a long time.
What I’m trying to say is that don’t feel guilty, take pleasure in whatever comes along. If it happens again enjoy it, do it again and perhaps who knows one day we might even do it together.”
I barely knew what to say after that and managed to change the subject, and shortly thereafter went home.
Next morning the curtains were drawn, but as I watched they were flung open and a very bare breasted Carol peered out, then turned back and disappeared. I was really beginning to like this woman!
I began to keep an eye out for her, not only because of the chance of seeing her naked again, but I found myself concerned for her, worried that something bad would happen. I told myself she’d coped for many years but I was starting to feel very protective.
For once our paths crossed on the way to work and we walked in an unaccustomed direction. As we passed one of the pubs I asked her if she got out much with friends, she said she didn’t and I suggested we could perhaps go to the pub one evening. When she accepted my heart jumped a little, perhaps we could be something more than neighbours. We arranged to go the following night which was Friday, there was a fifties/sixties tribute band playing and it sounded quite good.
When I went to pick her up from home, she was nearly ready and invited me in. After a minute or two she appeared dressed in a skirt and blouse. She’d clearly struggled with the buttons as they were incorrectly done up. Rather diffidently I mentioned it to her and she undid them, turning away from me, then snorted with frustration, “Bloody things, you’ll have to do it.” She turned to me and I could see her breasts encased in her bra. Delicately I did up the buttons, conscious of just how close my hands were to those delectable mounds of flesh. We walked arm in arm to the pub and found a place to sit. I got a beer and Carol decided to stick to wine. The band was pretty good, all the music was from an era well before our time but it reminded us of music our parents used to play.
She’d never mentioned her parents, and when I enquired she told me they had died in a car crash, just before her eighteenth birthday. An aunt and uncle looked after her until she was able to stand on her own two feet and I was amazed at the tragedy that she had suffered in her short life. It didn’t put a dampener on the evening however and when Let’s Twist Again played, everyone got up to dance. I tried to explain the dance to her and we had a go, but it really was hopeless and we sat back down in fits of laughter.
The walk home was slow and leisurely and it felt really nice to be so close to her as we matched steps. We got to her house and she asked if I’d like a nightcap. I wasn’t going to pass up the chance of extending the evening and readily agreed. When we got in I had to ask her to turn the lights on and she commanded Alexa to do so. “I’ve got a rather nice single malt scotch,” she offered and she poured us a couple of large glasses. It was truly delicious and I savoured it slowly, remembering her advice.
The beer I’d consumed began to make its presence known on my bladder and I asked if I could use her loo. She told me to go upstairs as the downstairs cloakroom was full of washing. This time I told Alexa to put the lights on upstairs. I came back down and was going to sit back in the armchair when she asked if I would sit next to her on the sofa.
I moved my drink over and we sat close together, our legs touching. She reached over to my face and ran her fingers over it, then she pulled me closer and our lips touched. Our first kiss was soft and gentle and left me wanting more. “That was lovely,” she said as we broke away from each other, “most men run a mile when they find I’m blind, but I love the way you don’t.” We kissed again and I found my cock starting to react. I was still feeling guilty about watching her and didn’t want to push too hard, so very reluctantly I suggested we call it a night and we parted, kissing again at the front door.
The short walk home felt as though I was walking on air and I joyfully tossed my keys on the hall stand and went upstairs to the bathroom. When I came out and into my bedroom I could see lights blazing in Carol’s house and I realised neither she nor I had turned them off after I came downstairs. I was on the point of ringing her when I saw her come into the bedroom. It was as though she were on the stage so bright was the light, and I watched as she sat down at her dressing table and took her earrings out.
She stood and unzipped her dress, allowing it to fall down her body, then gathering it up carefully hung it in the wardrobe. She stood in bra and panties and I found myself remembering the last time I saw her and my cock started to stiffen. I squeezed it through my trousers as I watched her reach behind her and unsnap her bra. Once more those sumptuous breasts were revealed to me, her nipples sitting so pertly at their tips. She pulled the covers back and I thought she was going to get into bed, but she paused and ran her hands round her panties, her hand sensuously running over her bum then between her legs.
She lay on the bed and I could see her hand sliding over her mons, then slipping under her waistband. I stood and rubbed my cock, pulling down my trousers and boxers watching as one hand went to her breasts, massaging them and pulling at her nipples. My breath was sticking in my throat as I stared across the space between our houses, feeling my arousal growing.
She hooked her hands in her panties and slipped them off, her dark bush clearly visible. I saw her fingers push against her pussy, rubbing round in circles, then disappear inside her. Faster and faster her fingers pumped, my own matching her rhythm as our hands gradually brought us to a mutual conclusion.
I saw her hips lift off the bed as her body convulsed on the bed, just as my cum erupted from my cock, no attempt made to contain it, spurting over wall, carpet and furniture, oblivious to anything except the scene before me. I saw her body relax and lie back, her chest heaving as my own heart rate slowly subsided. I picked up my phone and dialled her number. She picked up the phone.
“Rob?”
“I’ve just noticed you didn’t turn off the upstairs lights.”
“You watched?”
“Yes.”
“Did you cum as well?”
“Yes, the best of my life.”
“Good, next time perhaps we’ll do it together.” She rang off and the lights all went out. I collapsed into bed and slept, my dreams unremembered, but very pleasant.
The next morning, Saturday I lay in bed, idly toying with my cock, wondering what I should do next. There seemed to be an invitation in her words, but I had no wish to overstep the mark. My mind turned to Bruno and I wondered what he did for exercise, perhaps I could take him out for a run somewhere. I grabbed my phone and messaged her
Nothing came back for a while, then,
I rang her back and suggested that we take the car out to Ashdown Forest and let Bruno run around a bit. She agreed but said she needed a bit of time first so we decided on heading out around mid-day time, having lunch at a pub, then walking it off in the afternoon. So it was I helped her into my car, securing Bruno in the back seat and we set off.
The pub was pretty busy, it was a nice day and I imagine lots of people had the same idea. Having a guide dog helped in getting a table and we got a couple of beers and ordered our food which arrived promptly, both of us opting for a bacon and brie baguette. It was pretty tasty and we had another beer then moved the car to one of the many parking places and set off holding hands, only to guide her, I convinced myself, not because I enjoyed it. Bruno clearly loved being off the harness, running around like the young dog he still was, sniffing everything and returning periodically to check we were still with him.
I realised my error after about an hour, my bladder was pressing and I needed a pee. Finally I had to admit defeat, “I’m sorry but I need a pee. Do you mind?”
“Well I can hardly object, can I?” she replied, “In any event I can’t see anything, more’s the pity, so just go ahead.” I unzipped my shorts and took my cock out. It seemed natural to turn away from her, and soon my stream was splashing noisily on the leaves and ground. I finished and tucked myself back in.
“You’ve done it now, you’ve made me want to go. Is it secluded here?” I confirmed it was. “OK, it’s no good asking you not to peek, as I can’t tell if you are or not. Anyway you’ve already seen me naked so…” With that she undid her shorts and pulling them and her panties down squatted. I admit it, I did peek, fascinated the way the stream of yellowish liquid squirted out from between her legs. Her abundant bush concealed much of the detail but I still found my cock starting to stiffen.
“Do you have a tissue?” she asked. I rummaged in my pocket and confirmed I did as she held her hand out, so I passed it to her, watching as she wiped herself dry. She stood and pulled her panties up, settling them round her as I seen her do before, then refastened her shorts, tucking the tissue into a pocket. “Remind me not to blow my nose on that will you,” she quipped with a smile. We continued on our walk, finally ending up back at the car.
“It’s lovely to be out in the countryside,” she said, “away from all the traffic noise. I had a lovely day, thank you.” She reached out and touched my face, then went onto tip toe and gave me a kiss on the lips. We drove home and I parked the car. “What’s the time?” she asked. I told her it was approaching six o’clock. “Blast, I’ve missed qualifying for the Grand Prix,” she complained.
“No problem, I’ve got Sky, we can either get it on catch up, or on one of the repeats. Do you want to come in to my house, or shall I get my iPad?” She said she preferred to be in her home and so I fetched my iPad and we settled down over some more drinks and nibbles to watch, or in her case listen. I remembered her comments about the commentary and as we sat side by side on the sofa, the iPad on a coffee table, I closed my eyes and tried to put myself in her shoes. I could follow what was going on, aided by my visual memory, but I wondered how she coped with some of the technical terms, without ever having seen a car.
The programme finished and she said, “What do you want to do now, we can watch a film, or listen to music or just talk?” I remembered her telling me about audio books and suggested we listen to a book, it would be a bit like a radio play I thought.
“OK, Alexa, resume audio book, The Criminal’s Daughter. I think you’ll like this, it gets a bit steamy in places.” Alexa started to read the story and although I found I had to concentrate quite hard at first, I soon got the hang of it. Carol had settled into my side and had rested her hand on my thigh, something I found highly erotic and I willed my cock to stay soft. We got to a steamy bit in the story and despite myself I felt it start to harden, pressing on my shorts. What didn’t help was Carol’s hand sliding higher up my thigh until I could just feel her little finger touching the bulge in my shorts.
I swear she was wiggling it a little as I found it harder and harder to focus on the story. We were now on a section where the heroine was having sex with her lover and the descriptions were quite graphic, and I was quite grateful when Carol called out for Alexa to pause.
“Rob,” she began, “you’re obviously having some difficulty here, I can feel the tension in your body, why don’t you just pull your shorts down and take your penis out? You know I’ve been dying to see it, and you owe me several anyway. If you like, as a quid pro quo I’ll let you see my breasts, I know you like them.” Faced with an offer like that I could hardly refuse, and so I wriggled out of my shorts and boxers. Immediately my cock sprang up and to be fair, it was a lot more comfortable.
“Right, now let me have a look.” Her hand reached out and I felt her touch on my cock, ever so gently her fingers traced around it, much as they had done on my face. Gradually her touch became stronger and soon her hand was wrapped around it and she was stroking it up and down. “Alexa resume audio book, Bedtime Erotica.” Immediately Alexa started again, clearly this was the middle of a story and if the first one had been steamy this was raunchy. A young woman was being fucked by two studs and was taking it in every hole. The language was pretty coarse, but nevertheless aided by the stimulation that Carol was providing I was starting to get very turned on.
She pulled her hand away and I was disappointed, but realised she was fulfilling her side of the bargain. Off came her top and bra and there right before me were those perfect breasts. Ripe and firm they stood away from her body and her nipples as I had thought were semi-puffy, the bud sticking out from the puffy areola. Her hand was back on my cock, rubbing quite hard now, then abruptly she stopped and putting her hands to the waist of her shorts pushed them and her panties down. Her bush stood out from her pale skin as her free hand descended to her pussy and began to rub over her lips. She found my cock again, “Touch me Rob. Touch my tits,” she implored.”
I reached over and cupped her breast, grazing my thumb over those delectable nipples, feeling them harden as I touched them. “Suck them Rob, suck them hard!” I leaned forward and took one in my mouth as I heard her gasp, the rhythm of her hands faltering for a second. Her hand left her pussy and reached for mine, pulling it down between her legs, I could feel her lips, soft and wet and I slid my fingers between them, finding her entrance, pushing inside as her hips lifted up against me. She had moved to her clit now, her fingers becoming a blur and as I pushed a second finger in I felt her tense and her hips started to rise higher off the sofa.
Suddenly her body convulsed as I had seen the other night, shuddering as her orgasm swept through her and her pussy flooded my hand. Gradually her body calmed and I took my hand away, pulling her tight against my body. “Let’s go to bed,” I whispered as I stood and drew her up. I took her by the hand and led her into her bedroom, where she pulled back the covers and slid in. I went over to the window and pulled the curtains, “Don’t want the nosy neighbours looking in do we?” I returned to her and instructed Alexa to turn the bedroom light on, a brief pause and the room was flooded with light. “Alexa turn light down to 25%.” Immediately the lighting became more subtle as I slipped off my top and got into bed beside her.
She rolled towards me and we kissed, my hands finding her breast as hers once more wrapped around my shaft, stroking up and down, re-awakening my arousal. “I want this in me,” she whispered, “I want you to make love to me.” I rolled over on top of her, easing her legs apart and pushed my cock forward, nudging against her, seeking her opening. “Be gentle Rob, you’re my first.”
I could hardly believe her words, “You’re a virgin?” I asked astounded.
“Yes, but don’t worry, my hymen has gone, and I’m on the pill so we’re safe.”
I eased forward again, the end of my cock seeking her entrance and then feeling it engage. Slowly I pushed forward, sensing her tense and I eased back again. “Relax my love,” I tried again and felt myself slip inside her, just an inch, then I paused, then pushed again. I could feel her stretching around me, feeling the tightness as I penetrated her virgin pussy. Finally I was fully in and slowly withdrew, my cock sliding easily back, then in again, easier this time as her vagina became used to me and her pussy juices flowed.
“So much better than fingers,” she murmured and I felt her body begin to push back against me. Gradually I built up the tempo, each thrust harder, faster and deeper than the previous one, her body matching mine. She was breathing heavily now, her body lunging upwards and I heard her gasp as another orgasm erupted, her pussy clamping down on me.
I slowed, allowing her time to recover then once again, in and out, each time more intense, each push deeper. I could feel my orgasm building, rising inside me as my balls tightened and my thrusting became even more intense, ramming hard into her as my cock erupted inside her, pumping rope after rope of spunk into her hungry pussy. I felt her cum again, heard her cries as the pleasure washed through her. “That’s it Rob, cum in me fill me up with your love.”
I felt her hands on my face, and knew she was reading me, feeling my expression, seeing me in her own way. Spent I collapsed on top of her, my face buried in her neck as her fingers ran along my back, tracing the contours. I rolled away and she snuggled into my side. “Will you stay the night?” she asked.
“Wild horses wouldn’t drag me away.”
We spent Sunday morning in bed, making love and exploring each other’s bodies. I asked her how it was she made love so beautifully, but was still a virgin. “Audio porn! When you live alone and cannot get out much you have to pass the day somehow. I love masturbating and have a large collection of Audio books, that I dip into frequently. But now I can have the real thing I think I’ll ditch them.”
I noticed that as we lay there she was idly tugging on her pubes. “Do they bother you?” I asked.
“No but in nearly all the stories I listen to the women are bald down there. Is that just in stories or do women really shave all their hair off. I know I shave my armpits, but they are visible. No-one sees my pubes, apart from you that is. Does my being hairy bother you?”
I thought long and hard about my answer. “To be honest I don’t mind, but I do like a nicely trimmed bush, or completely bald. It’s much nicer to kiss then.”
“If that’s what you prefer then I shall shave it all off, only…. I don’t know how and I’m worried about cutting myself.”
“Would you like me to do it for you?”
She turned excitedly to me, “Would you? When? Will you do it now, otherwise we’ll be at work and it’ll never get done?” I agreed, but said I’d have to go back to my house to get my beard trimmer. I wasn’t gone long, but when I came back she was still in bed, playing with her pussy. “I’m so excited,” she exclaimed. I got a towel from the bathroom and placed it under her, then started to trim off all the unruly hair round her pussy.
As I worked away her pussy slowly came to light. It was a very pretty pussy, broad outer labia with neat inner lips, truly a light hidden under a bushel. Finally I was done with the trimmer, her mons and pussy now covered in a light stubble. “OK, now for the tricky bit.” I’d shaved myself, well my face, more times that you could count, but I’d never shaved a pussy. I’d brought my own razor back, not trusting her female razors and went into the bathroom to get a bowl of water.
I wet the shaving brush and ran it over her pussy, seeing her squirm under the soft tickling. A squirt of gel and another swirl of the brush created a rich foam over her. “That feels nice,” she said as I picked up the razor. Carefully I ran it round and over her pussy, hearing the rasp as it cut easily through the dark stubble. Soon all the foam was gone and her pussy looked prettier than ever.
“You need to be very still for the next bit,” I warned as I gently prised her lips apart and ran the razor through the soft valleys. “That feels really, really nice,” she murmured as I ran it up her crack to her bum. I got a flannel from the bathroom and dunking it in the warm water ran it over her, washing away the residual foam. “If you keep doing that I shall be very happy.”
I took the towel and dried her, perhaps lingering a little too long, but as I sat back I was very satisfied, her pussy was now transformed from a wild bush into one of the most sexy sights I had seen. Impulsively I bent forward and kissed it, much in the way you’d kiss a baby’s bottom. She jumped a little, then relaxed as I bent forward again, this time showering the entire area with kisses. A gentle sigh escaped her lips and encouraged, I pushed my tongue out and licked the entire length of her slit, tasting the nectar that by now was flowing out of her.
Her hands came down and grabbed either side of my head and pulled me against her as she expressed a series of gasps. “Mmmmm, that’s nearly as nice as having you inside me, don’t stop now, keep on doing it.” I licked and kissed, the fingers on one hand playing with her clit as the other hand sought her entrance and I pushed first one then two fingers inside her. They slipped in easily and I could feel her body responding, pushing hard against me, hips lifting up. She started to buck and I struggled to keep my face against her, but then with an explosive cry she came, her body shuddering as her orgasm radiated out from her core.
I shucked off my clothes and my cock hard, pushed deep inside her, slipping quickly into her sopping pussy. I hadn’t realised how aroused I was by the shaving and the masturbation and I came quickly, emptying myself into her as she clawed at my back, guttural moans coming from her throat. I rolled away and we lay, our chests heaving as we drifted in and out of a shallow sleep.
There was just time for a bath together before we listened to the Grand Prix on the radio, I had to agree, the commentary was by far superior to that on TV and despite a runaway win, it was a satisfying end to a very satisfying day.
I returned home and slept a deep sleep, waking in the morning somewhat late. I got up and showered, then dressed and started thinking about my day. My planning was interrupted by a furious barking from outside, a deep bark, and curious I looked out. I could see Bruno, sitting back on his haunches, barking loudly and around him lay the prostrate form of Carol. I rushed out and took in the scene. She was lying on her back, her eyes closed with her leg tucked under her. It looked as though she had slipped and hit her head on the kerbstone.
Thankfully there was no blood, but my heart leaped into my throat. I pulled out my phone and dialled 999 requesting an ambulance immediately. Carol’s neighbour came out with a blanket and we covered her up as we sat and waited. I wanted to hold her in my arms but knew better than to move her. After what seemed an eternity the ambulance arrived and the paramedics rushed out. They quickly assessed the situation and started to examine her. One lifted her eyelids and shone a torch in, “Pupils unresponsive,” he commented.
“She’s blind,” I clarified.
“Ah, that explains it.”
They put her in a neck brace, then immobilised her on a back board and loaded her into the ambulance. “Are you coming with us?” they asked. The neighbour looked at me. “Go, on you go with her, I’ve seen the two of you together, I’ll look after Bruno, he knows me.” I clambered in the back of the ambulance and held her hand, praying silently that she wasn’t badly hurt. The ride was mercifully short and at A&E she was whisked off leaving me standing helpless. A nurse approached me and took me to one side, asking for her name, date of birth and countless other details, some of which I knew and some I didn’t. Asked what my relationship was to her, I was stumped, “Boyfriend,” I finally manged, thinking perhaps I was elevating my status.
After a while of sitting nervously in Reception a doctor came out. He spoke to the Receptionist who looked over at me, and he came over. “How is she Doctor?” I asked.
“She’s fine, she’s comfortable now but still unconscious.”
“When will she wake?”
“That I’m afraid I do not know. Normally we would expect her to wake soon, but there really is no telling. Best thing you can do for her now is to go home and rest, so that when she does wake up you can take proper care of her.” It seemed so wrong to go and leave her, but I knew he was right. “We’ve got your phone number, as soon as she wakes we’ll call and you can come and see her.” He got up and left me there.
Finally I went home, but found it impossible to work. I carried my phone everywhere fearful of missing the call, but it never came. I spoke to my boss who was very supportive, offering me compassionate leave if I needed it but I tried to struggle on.
I barely slept that night, every time I woke I checked my phone but still nothing. The next day at visiting hours I went to see her. They allowed me in, she was hooked up to all sorts of tubes and wires, but she was still unresponsive. “Hold her hand and talk to her,” they said, “she may be able to hear you in her sub-conscious, that will help.” I told her all the news, I told her what we would do when she woke, and finally I told her I loved her.
I went home again, another sleepless night, in the morning I looked over into her empty bedroom and remembered the love we’d shared there and I ached. Suddenly my phone jingled. It was the hospital, she had woken up and was feeling better. She wanted to see me, and they said I needn’t wait for visiting hours. I raced round and was ushered into her room where all the monitoring equipment had now been removed. “Don’t tire or overexcite her,” they said as I went in.
“Rob?” her head turned to the doorway. I rushed over to her and hugged and kissed her.
“I’ve been so worried,” I managed at last.
“What happened?” As best I could I told her and she asked after Bruno. I sat and held her hand, gabbling away, my relief so evident and finally I was thrown out, with a promise that I could return later. When I did she was sitting up and starting to feel frustrated.
“There’s nothing to do here apart from listen to the radio,” she complained, but we’d been told she needed to stay in for a day or so and I tried to placate her as best I could. I’d brought the charger for her phone and she could listen to music and podcasts, but I knew she’d be worried about her patients.
Next morning the frustration was getting worse. “I can’t even get myself off,” she complained, “I can hardly frig my pussy when there’s constant interruptions. They mean well, but the only time I’m left alone is when you’re here.” She went quiet and I had a horrible feeling I knew what was coming next. True enough, she took my hand and pushed it down under the covers between her legs. I could feel her hospital gown and underneath that the soft folds of her pussy. She pulled the gown up and my fingers touched her by now stubbly mound. “There, that feels better already. Now please, please help me out.”
My fingertips found her clit and started to make small circles around it. She lay back and as I anxiously looked over my shoulder I could feel her hips starting to roll. My finger slipped lower and slid along her slit, gently parting her lips, sliding easily along, down to her already wet pussy. I pushed two fingers in and heard her gasp as she opened up. My thumb was back on her clit and she started to grind against me.
There was no way I could reach under her gown to touch her breast, but I rested my hand on them, seeing her nipples harden as I brushed over them. I began to frig her faster and I could hear the breath rasping out of her as her arousal built. Suddenly her hips bucked in that familiar way she did when she was cumming and I felt a flood of pussy juice over my hand. I pulled my hand away, sensing her disappointment and brought my fingers to my lips, sucking her juices away.
At that moment the door opened and a nurse came in, “You’re not getting over excited are you?” she asked, touching her hand on Carol’s forehead, “you look a bit flushed.”
“No, not at all,” replied Carol innocently.
“Well I’ve got some good news, you can go home tomorrow if there’s a responsible adult with you at all times.” She looked pointedly at me and I grinned.
“I’m more than happy to be with her at all times,” I said, imagining being with her in bed, in the bath, and lots of other places I hadn’t even thought of yet.
“OK, clear off now before you do anything else you shouldn’t be doing and come back at eleven tomorrow.” Suitably chastened I squeezed Carol’s hand, kissed her tenderly and left.
It was a long and painful process getting Carol discharged, but we finally did it and I drove her home. As we pulled up her neighbour came out with Bruno and he barked excitedly. Carol knelt down and he immediately rushed into her waiting arms and she held him tight. It was a sobering sight to see how close their relationship was and how much she relied on him.
We went indoors and I immediately started to wait on her, until she put her foot down hard. “I’ve only got a bloody headache, and as I said before, I am not helpless. If I’ve got to put up with you in my home for a week then we live as we have been. I will not be treated as a baby.”
“Yes Ma’am.” was all I could say to that.
“Right, now I’m going for a nice long soak in the bath to get rid of that hospital smell.” She stood up and I followed her. “And where are you going?”
“They said I was to be with you at all times. What if you come over all dizzy? You’ll need me to support you.”
“Grab my tits, you mean. Oh come on then, I suppose you deserve a reward, anyway my pussy does need a shave.”
We went into the bathroom and I ran the bath as she removed her clothes. I’d forgotten how wonderful her breasts were and couldn’t help myself from fondling them as she backed up to the toilet and sat down. “You’re not going to….are you?” I asked, horrified.
“Well you wanted to be with me all the time?” she replied, “Don’t worry, just a pee!” Her stream started and the combination of that and her breasts gave me a pretty good hard on. She stood and I helped her into the bath. “Aren’t you going to join me?” she asked. I had my clothes off in no time and slid in with her. Her hand snaked out and found my cock, “Mmm, I’ve been wanting this for days. I’ll do a deal, wash me all over, very thoroughly and I will reward you.”
Who could refuse an offer like that and I lathered her in soapy water running the sponge all over her body, caressing her breasts, between her legs, back and front until she pronounced herself clean. Carefully I shaved her, returning her pussy to a beautiful smooth feel. We got out and dried each other, then as we stood facing each other she touched my face, running her fingertips all over it, then her hands traced down my arms, my sides and as she dropped to her knees right down my legs. I looked down and saw her take my cock in her hands, then open her mouth and suck me softly in. I could feel her tongue and then her throat as she took me right to the back.
She pulled me out, “Am I doing that right?” she asked, “I’ve listened to the ‘How to’ on Alexa, but it was difficult to visualise.”
“That’s perfect my Darling, just be careful, it is so exciting that I might not be able to stop myself.” “Well we can’t have that, can we,” and to my disappointment she stood up, “because I want it properly inside me.” Taking hold of me she led me into the bedroom and peeling back the covers slid in, opening her legs wide in invitation.
I nestled between them seeing her pussy open before me, her lips glistening with her juices and I lowered my face to it. She clearly was not expecting that as she started, but then relaxed and pulled me into her as my lips and tongue found her pussy. I ran my tongue up and down her slit, teasing and probing. Pushing my fingers in until I heard her begin to whimper, then I slid up her body, feeling the end of my cock engage, then with a brief paused I eased myself fully inside her.
She sighed, almost with relief, “You’ve no idea how much I’ve wanted this, lying in that bed with nothing to do apart from think of you. Now make love to me, cum in me. Fill me up.” I did just that, taking my time, bringing us slowly to a crescendo, our climaxes coming together as my cock pumped my cum into her pussy. Sated I rolled off her and we held each other in our arms. “When I woke up in hospital I remembered dreaming. I dream usually, images, shapes, sometimes thoughts and sounds, but these dreams were unusually vivid. I dreamed you were there with me, talking to me, holding my hand. You told me you loved me.”
“Well that’s because it really happened and I really do.”
There was a little pause and a quiet voce said, “I love you too.” she leaned towards me and we kissed, a soft gentle loving kiss.
“As much as Bruno?”
“Well you both service a need for me. Speaking of which….” her hand snaked down between us and found my still flaccid cock, which to my surprise started to stiffen. She stroked and rubbed and squeezed until I was fully hard, then sat up and feeling gingerly with her hands manged to sit astride my hips. She took my cock in her hand and stroked it, then still holding it guided it to her pussy, then lowered herself down.
“Is that OK?” she asked, “only it’s difficult to visualise how all this works.”
“That’s perfect and I get to see and feel these.” I reached up and cupped her breasts grazing my thumbs over her nipples. I eased my hips upwards and could sense that she was now realising how it did actually work, as she began to undulate her hips, rolling them round. It felt incredible on my cock, trapped inside that velvet glove, feeling her pussy walls slide around it, squeezing it, drawing it right inside her.
“I like it when you’re on top,” she said, “it feels so loving but this is just as nice, but more like fucking.” I pushed up hard into her, “That’s it, just fuck me like that.” I took hold of her hips and started to thrust up hard into her, our bodies grinding together. I could see the concentration on her face as she wrung every last drop of pleasure out of our movements. Despite my earlier orgasm I could feel another one building inside me, the sight of her above me too much to bear.
Harder and harder I thrust, each one matched by her as she forced herself down on me. With one final lunge upwards I came again, my cum spraying into her as I felt her pussy contract and a gush of liquid erupted out from round my cock. Finally we stilled and her hand descended to our joined bodies, “I’m sorry, but I think I squirted. Is that the right term?”
“It is and there’s no need to apologise, I find it very exciting, but you’re going to have to sleep in the wet patch!” It wasn’t actually dark yet and we got up and dressed. I made us a light dinner and we settled down to listen to an audio book, this time without the steamy bits. We found ourselves dozing and retired to bed, not to make love but to sleep in each other’s embrace.
The days passed, we loved and laughed, we talked and made passionate or gentle love, finding a deeper meaning to our relationship. I began to think of a future with Carol, perhaps children, then remembered her words about never seeing her child’s face, realising just how lucky I was to have all my senses intact.
The house wasn’t very big and inevitably we bumped into each other, particularly in the kitchen. I lifted something out of a wall cupboard one day and turned to put it on the worktop when I heard a sudden loud bang. I spun round and saw Carol holding her head in her hands, having stood up and bashed her head on the open door. She looked and sounded stunned as I steadied her. “Are you OK?” I asked concerned at such a blow so soon after having had concussion. “Do you want me to take you to the hospital?”
“No, I think I’ll be OK, it hurts like hell though.” I sat her down and fetched some paracetamol which she swallowed. “It’s funny,” she said, “you know that they say you see stars when you get hit on the head, well I did. Flashes of brilliant colour across my eyes, just for a few seconds, but just like I remember fireworks when I was little.”
“I really do think you ought to go to hospital.”
“No, I’m fine, if it doesn’t feel better tomorrow I will.” Reluctantly I left it at that. We went to bed that night and made love as usual, still finding joy in each other’s body, and I woke in the morning to find Carol tracing her fingers over my face.
“You never told me you had blue eyes.” She said.
“You never asked me.” I replied, “Hey hang on a minute, how do you know?”
“Because I can see them,” she replied, “and your nose, and your mouth and your ears.” She touched each feature in turn, unerringly spot on. She lifted the covers and peered down “And your cock! So that’s what it really looks like!”
“Really, you can see?” I erupted in joy.
“Yes it’s a bit blurry round the edges and in the distance, but I can see you perfectly.”
“Now you do need to go and see a doctor.”
“Yes, and I will, but first I want to watch you make love to me.”
We made tender love and the next day she went for a whole series of tests, an exhausting but joyful experience. The only conclusion they could come to was that the shock of two heavy blows to the head in quick succession jolted the optic nerve and restored whatever had blocked it in the first place. Whatever, the next few days were a maelstrom of new and refreshed experiences for her. Bruno couldn’t understand why his harness wasn’t being used, but he didn’t seem overly bothered.
Finally all the tests were done and we returned home after the hospital had signed her off. In bed that night we cuddled up, eyes locked together. “There was one test result I haven’t told you about,” she said, “and I don’t know how you’ll react.”
“What is it?” I asked, immediately concerned.
“I’m pregnant.”
Stunned silence from me as a mixture of emotions ran through me, the final one being a huge surge of elation. I was going to be a Dad! “But how?” I asked, “I thought you were on the pill.”
“So did I, but it transpires that for the last month I’ve been taking anti-histamines, the packaging was similar and well, with all the excitement of being with you, it sort of got overlooked. Are you happy?”
“I can’t wait for us to see our baby’s face.”