"What do you see?" Tasmin asked. Always that question, their little game. The question that she and she alone would be allowed to ask.
In the darkness, she asked him. When the night had fallen and the curtains were closed. When no light seeped in, not even the faintest of difference between shadow and deeper shadow were visible in those late hours, when the brain readjust and the natural night vision takes over. This was complete and utter darkness. But not of the scary kind, that makes you wonder what horrors lies hidden. No, this was the chosen darkness in the safety and privacy of his home, where no dangers loomed and he, Joel, was in control. His home, his bed, her chosen darkness.
In that darkness, they were equal. No that was wrong. In darkness, he was miles ahead of her. That was their game, darkness, and what he could see.
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"Blind? What do you mean he is blind?"
Tina could be like that sometimes. They had been best friends since kindergarten, and they still, trough adolescence, teenage years and growing into full blooming women, shared all things that mattered with each other. Whenever there was a new crush in the hemisphere, trouble in their families, hopes, dreams or love on the agenda, they turned to each other. When it came to boys, and later, when the teenage years was left behind them, men, Tina had always been the wild one. She made out with guys before Tasmin, from her strict patriarchal family background, even knew quite what that meant. Tina went on with breaking far more young hearts than Tasmin, wearing the more revealing outfits, letting the boys go further, and finally winning the race towards the lost virginity with over a year.
Now however, Tina was the shocked one.
"Uh, I don't know, maybe I mean that he's blind?" Tasmin replied.
"You're really serious? You mean, sunglasses, white cane, Stevie Wonder kind of blind?"
"Is there any other kind? Well, he doesn't use any cane. He has Hillay."
"Wife?"
"Dog. Named after Clinton. They are both real bitches sometimes, and have some experience in leading around helpless men."
The coffeshop was almost empty, the place was large, and little secluded niches gave them pretty good privacy. This was where Tamin and Tina always went to discuss matters like this. Tina peered at her best friend over the foam of her grande latte with a suspicious glare.
"You know this film? With Val Kilmer, and whatshernamenowagain... Mira something..."
"Sovrino?" Tasmin replied. "Blind guy, career woman, mushy romance, miracle operation..."
"That's the one!"
"Never saw it." Tasmin said and took a sip. It was something called a moccachino this time. It tasted like cocoa with one drop of coffee in it for good measures. "I don't like Val Kilmer. A refridgerator can act better than that guy."
"Who cares if he can act? He can poke me with his cane any time. But why are we talking about that? We should talk about you now. Tasmin, are you sure about this? I mean the guy is handicapped! Do you know what you are getting yourself into?"
"Oh, come on! He is a perfectly normal guy! Blind people live quite regular lives these days you know."
"All right, all right. So, tell me all about it. Who is this wonder boy?"
"His name," Tasmin said, with a content little sigh. "is Joel."
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She sat there, naked, on her knees, in the middle of the bed. Her hands resting on her thighs, her back straight, attentive, and her lips parted in apprehensive breathing. Her eyes were open, stared out into complete darkness. She could feel him shift around, moving beside and behind her. She repeated the question.
"Joel, what do you see?"
Then, a hand brushed past her shoulder, came to rest on her back, and instantly began to slide, ever so slow, with the sweet sensation on skin against skin, up towards her neck.
"I see you." came the reply, and as the hand slided up to the fallen locks a feet below her shoulders, "I see your hair." Fingers played with the edges of her long, wavy hair. "It's different. More airy. Lighter. What have you done with it?"
"It's a new shampoo. Makes it fluffier. Do you like it?"
"I love it. It...looks bigger."
"Very good. What else do you see?"
Five fingers lingered on her back while five other reached her shoulder, and over to her neck, ticking fingertips down front to her slowly heaving chest.
"You're tense, Min." Joel said. "I see your shoulders crouch, and your neck, it's strained."
Of course she was tense. She was strung like a bow, not wanting to end the game, wanting this tender torture to go on in darkness forever. And still knowing what lay ahead, longing for it with every bone in her body.
"I'm sorry..." she started, but was interrupted by his amused voice.
"Don't apologise. Don't be sorry. I'll take care of that, soon. Now, don't move. I'm not done looking at you."
She stayed still. It was hard not to move, not to extend her own arms in search of shape, skin, him. But somehow she managed, and his fingers moved on. One hand slided down into the valley between her breasts, and the other followed the same path down along her spine. It soon caught up with a trickling bead of sweat, and Joel stopped.
"I see you glitter." he murmured. She felt his mouth on the back of her shoulder and his tongue taking a long lick off her skin. "You glitter of sweat all over."
"So warm outside today..." Tasmin whispered. "Can't help it."
"I love it. It looks good on you."
His hands continued down, slippery from that thin film of perspiration, down to the crack of her ass and to the softness of her crotch. He lingered there, knowing that there was nothing that Tasmin would want more than to have him continue down.
"Mmm..." she moaned, frustrated, but knowing fully what was expected of her. "What do you see now?"
"You're closing your eyes, you have that sweet little frown in your face. You don't know what to do with your hands. Maybe your jaw is trembling. Something is."
All those things he sensed, or knew about her already. All Tasmin could do was to utter an affirmative moan to every observation, until Joel was satisfied with the answers, and his hands started moving, ever so slowly down to her pussy and ass crack. As his fingers came in contact with her pussy lips and slid in between her buttocks, Tasmin allowed herself to move her hands and placed them on his hips. She could feel his erect cock resting on her ass, and she reached up to caress it.
"Stop that." Joel murmured, and abandoned his hand exploring her ass, and used it to place Tasmin's hands on her breasts. "Take care of those instead." Then, with a kiss on her neck and a nibble on her earlobe; "I'm just looking."
But he did not just look, his hands began to slowly caress the outside of her pussy, the clit, the inside of her thighs and rubbing her sensitive skin from her ass, down and under to her pussy lips. She gave in to the soft massage and leaned her body back on his, kneaded her breasts and rolled her nipples between her fingertips. Joel inserted a finger into her pussy, then another, and eased them into her, rubbing against the upper wall of her cunt. His thumb rested on the knob of her clit, and he began to fuck in and out, slow at first, but then faster and faster. Tasmin grunted in pleasure and threw her head back. Joel kissed, licked and sucked her neck and shoulders, then up to her ear, and finally found her mouth as she stretched her head back even further. His lips locked to hers, and in the same rhythm as his fingers, he probed her mouth with his tongue.
Tasmin felt it quite suddenly, that telltale surge of an impending climax, and then her body exploded in an intense, rapid rush of pleasure. Her back arched and her lungs exhaled in a primal moaning scream. Then, as fast as it had come, the orgasm subsided, her breath and back relaxed, and she leaned back on Joel.
"Thank you." she murmured. "That was wonderful."
