Tap….tap…tap…tap… went the sound of her walking stick, as it felt her way along the sidewalk. The stick had been her constant companion for nearly twenty years. She well remembers the sights of when she was eight years old. The beautiful colors, the trees, birds, houses and everything. She vividly remembers the day she lost her sight; all the kids were sitting in the classroom, when the school alarm went off. The teacher yelling for everyone to get under their desks and cover their heads until told otherwise. Ann heard what she thought was a loud train roaring by the school and turned her head to look out the window. At that same moment, the glass shattered and flew into the classroom. Ann was splattered with shards of glass in her face and both of her eyes and has been blind ever since.
Today was just another day to Ann Marie, as she walked the sidewalks of her neighborhood. The temperature had rose to eighty-three degrees and she was enjoying the heat on her flesh. The light sundress with spaghetti straps, was cut low and exposed a great deal of her cleavage. The dress came to mid-thigh and the flowered print looked just right on her. Her radiant red hair was cut at her neck line, but was extremely curly, naturally. Her emerald-green eyes seem to sparkle in the sunlight
She moved out of her parents home when she was twenty, knowing that she had to learn all she could about living alone and not having her parents around following her every movement. With great reluctance they helped her find a very nice apartment on the first floor, moved her belongings in and then left. It took a while for Ann to get accustomed to her new place, but she worked hard day and night and now is happy with the way things are.
She has learnt to do her own laundry, to fold or hang them in their proper place. Shopping for food was hard to learn, but the local market owner always had someone assist her for as long as she needed. She had to bring a brail picture stamp kit with her in order to mark the cans. The small indented stamp let her know what was in the cans, plus she separated the soups, veggies and other can goods by putting them in different cabinets in her kitchen.
As she continued her walk, as she did every day that she could, she took in the sounds of the people talking, the cars roaring by, the gentle breezes passing her ears. She greeted everyone that spoke to her and at times even stopped and chatted with some people.
Finding herself back at the front of her apartment, she walked up the five steps, reaching into her purse and getting her key. Opening the outer door, she entered the building and walked four steps to the inner door. Feeling along the wall to her left, she ran her hand until she felt metal and her mailbox. Unlocking the box, she reached in and withdrew the envelopes and put them in her purse. Closing the mailbox, she entered the inner door and then the door to her apartment.
Entering her home, she walked to her table and set her purse down and took the mail out. She placed all of it in a corner on the countertop until her mother came over on Friday, to read the mail to her. Picking up her purse, she walked to her bedroom and put it on her dresser, then she sat on the edge of the bed and removed her shoes.
Her apartment was warm, so she decided to take a shower. Standing, she raised her dress up over her head and placed it on the bed. Unhooking her bra, she threw her shoulders forward and let it fall down her arms into her hands. Placing the bra on top of the dress, she then rubbed under her sweaty breast. Her hand could barely contain one of her globes, as she was a natural 36C. Unknown by sight, she has felt the swells of her breast on plenty of occasions, as she masturbated regularly.
Ann removed her panties and placed them with her other clothing, then she climbed on the bed and propped herself against the headboard in a semi-sitting position. Both hand explored the roundness of her chest. Softly moving over her tits and then tugging on her nipples, making them erect. She loved the way her nipples felt on her fingers, the tingling she felt as her fingers teased the hardened flesh.
With her right hand, she made her way down her stomach, and twirled her fingers around her belly-button and then down further until she reached the patch of hair between her legs. Her nails glided through the cropped patch and she felt herself getting wet. Extending her middle finger, she felt her mound and her finger spread those lips, slowly.
The tip of her finger rode through the wetness and made contact with her clit. A shiver went up her spine. She moved more fingers between her lips and entered her love tunnel. A place where no man has ever been, but she was no virgin. Her dildo was the lover that took her cherry and she still has the same one. A girlfriend had purchased it for her and gave it as an anonymous gift.
As her fingers went deeper and deeper into her wet pussy, she slid further down the bed. Moaning with each thrust of her hand, and as her hips rode off the bed to push her hand deeper. She wanted more, so she stopped and rolled to her left and reached into a drawer and brought out her lover, a ten-inch dildo with a three inch girth. Rolling back she brought the dildo to her soaking love lips and rubbed the head around to get it wet. Placing it at her entrance, she pushed the head in, licking and smacking her lips. Then it went in further, and further. Each time she brought it back, just leaving the head in, then wanting more, she shoved it all the way in, in one hard shove. She immediately climaxed and her body felt like little lightening bolts rushing through her.
She wanted more, as the sweat dripped from her overheated body. One hand shoving her lover in and out of her pussy, the other mashing her breast and nipples until she climaxed three more times.
Lying spent, her breath ragged, sweat pouring from her, she was very happy. The dildo remained shoved in deep inside of her as she regained her strength. Removing the dildo from her dripping pussy, she rolled off the bed, grabbed her clothes and walked into her bathroom. She placed the clothes in a hamper and then went to the sink and washed her dildo clean. After she wiped it dry, she replaced it back in the drawer and then went to take her shower.
The night was spent just lounging around the apartment, mostly listening to music or a book on tape until she retired for the evening. Curling under her bedspread in a fetal position, she quickly fell asleep.
Ann Marie woke the next morning to the startling sound of her phone ringing. Picking up the phone, she spoke in a hazy voice, “Hello.”
“Ann, it’s mom, sorry to catch you sleeping but I wanted to see if you’d like to accompany me on a little trip? I’m headed up to that little mountain village to spend the day shopping and just having fun.”
“That sounds delightful, yes I’d like to go, but bring coffee and let me get a shower.”
“Alright dear, see you in a little while.”
Ann then heard the constant buzz of a dead line and replaced the phone and slowly got out of bed and headed to the shower.
Two hours later, Ann was walking the sidewalks of a quaint country village, alongside her mother, Lisa. The open air stands were just opening, the smell of fresh coffee emanated from the food stand. Ann caught the scented air of wood as she passed a stand where they carve your name in planks. All the variations of scents just filled her head and had brought a large smile to her face.
“Well, don’t you look like the cat that just ate the rat,” Lisa said.
“Oh Mom, I love coming here. The air is so fresh, the scents from the vendors all mixing together, just makes me feel good.”
Well, your old mom is a little tired and could stand a cup of coffee or something. There’s an outdoor restaurant up on the left, so let’s stop and get some refreshments,” said Lisa.
Holding her mother’s elbow, they walked to the nearest table and sat down. A waitress noticed them coming and when they sat grabbed two menu’s and went to the table. Handing one to each, Ann quickly noticed that her’s was brailed. Smiling, she handed it back in the direction it was given and said, “Just coffee for me right now, please.”
Lisa ordered some food along with coffee and they sat talking for about half an hour. As they were about to leave, Ann heard the Tap…Tap…Tap of a walking cane. It was coming from her left and as it came near their table, she said, “Hello”
Lisa looked up from the table and noticed a young man, about twenty-five years old, nicely dressed in a suit and wearing the dark glasses, and the white cane with the red tip.
“Hello” came a strong male voice.
“My name is Ann and this is my mother Lisa.”
“I’m Stan….Stan Wilkins.”
“We are here just admiring the quaint village, do you live around here?” Ann asked.
Lisa was almost ashamed at her daughter being so forward with a stranger.
“Yes, yes I do. I own and operate our little hotel and was on my way to work until I heard that lovely voice call to me.”
Lisa then said, “Mr. Watkins, it seems that Ann and yourself have something in common, she’s blind also.”
“I’m sorry to hear that, but I’m sure she handles it just fine. You’ll have to pardon me, I am running late and must hurry.”
Ann said, “Nice meeting you Stan.”
“Nice meeting the both of you.” He said as he continued on his way.