Braille Me

Long summer's day and warm.. this familiar stone wall.... running my hand along......
I was here as a young girl... always alone,aimlessly wandering. This ancient door set in the wall creaked less before, without weeds in the worn flagstones to impede.
Using both hands to push open a gap wide enough to slip through, I close it and the world behind me. A tangled vista....... twisted tree roots vie with wild herbs to obscure the pathway, little used, now or then. Bright hazy light filters through the almost touching overhanging trees.
Stepping out of my sandals, I tread the soft grass, cool underfoot......... all shades of green, celadon to lime, attenuated by the shifting patterns of light... here wild mint and there a leggy lavender.........
The one to crush in my fingers to recall a roast dinner or a long cool drink, the other to roll the stems in my other hand before weaving into my hair, bringing at each sway of my head a pure natural scent unlike any commercial perfume..........
Gliding........... a summerhouse emerges, glinting panes set in white painted wood...........a retreat for a solitary girl with a poetry book on her lap......... leaning back....... dreaming of worlds made of clouds.........
Pausing in the doorway........ nothing's changed......... except, a man!
Seated in the streaming sun, bleaching blond hair almost white....... light robe.......... young but not a boy.......... and beautiful with it.
Surprised I draw soft breath......... but even so, his head comes up sharply...... turning, this way and that......... and sadly, I realise his eyes, though exquisite blue are sightless....... the world around a tapestry uncolored and unformed...... the mirror, a reflection of nothing.
No pallor of illness........ perhaps always blind, I know not, but grieve.
I am still, but the air must have carried my lavender to him for he stretches out a hand, welcoming........ and a smile plays around the edges of his mouth. Stepping softly I circle him just out of reach....... his hand follows me...... his hearing much the better than mine. Drifting within his reach........ his hand touches the hem of my wrap......... fine fingers....... fingers to read what the eyes cannot.... to create the form, the texture, the warmth within his brain... hearing, touching, scenting and tasting..... a quartet of senses acutely developed to compensate............
Following the folds, his hand finds it's way past the lap of the fabric, reaching in, his fingertips touch my inner thigh........ Oh, the sweet first touch of an unknown man... does he know it strikes me deep? His hand moves down...... away, to cup my knee...... I feel regret...... am I so easily beguiled?
Then it rises burning a trail up my skin...... he draws back as if startled. Glancing up I catch the shadow of indecision flit across his face....... despite my willing proximity, he's uncertain....... a faint endearing blush.
Undoing the ties, I let the wrap drop,deliberately over his hand, falling with a hiss to a silky heap on the floor...... watching the understanding smile creep over his face........
Leaning, emboldened, I reach for his wrists, draw them gently towards me until his open hands cup my full breasts. Releasing his wrists..... his hands gently knead... thumbs finding nipples, trapping....... they draw in hard under his touch sending sharp signals through me and i murmur.. ahhhhh
The fabric in his lap stirs and I smile......
His hands leave my breasts and drift lower, spanning my waist as if measuring...... thumbs finding navel, dipping in, smoothing........... then he flows out to my hips, gripping, firm....... all the while I watch the emotions flickering across his face....... curiosity... wonder......... soft smile
Lower...... he reaches my pelt, running his fingers through,.......... tugging, I feel my labia moving deliciously, and want to sway into him......... but hold myself back, arms at my side........ allowing him the freedom of my body.......... it's valleys....... t's folds............ and wet depths.
Rising from the chair, his hands sliding upwards, he cups my face...... then, barely touching, traces the features...... brow.... nose....lips...... straying into my smiling mouth and I suck on his fingers, bringing a matching smile to his face.........
Now he reveals his arousal ...... swaying into his body, he holds fast as my belly presses against his full erection.......
Reaching up he opens his robe...... slipping it off his shoulders, letting it slide through his hands onto my feet....... imitating me, inviting me,and yes, I want him......... I want his pleasure..........
Hands on his chest, slowly propelling, guiding him back to the divan........ laying him down...... eyes following his contours.... the beauty of him...... the maleness...........
Mischief takes me......... chuckling..... leaning over, gathering saliva........ falling.... cooling......... landing...... and he jerks as the first of my various juices land on him..........
I follow with my mouth........ lips opening........... covering the head, the ridge, flicking through the slit........ watching his belly tighten...... his breathing pick up......... his hands reaching out for my head......... loosening my coil....... lavender and hair cascading over him..........
Lifting........ hands each side of him.... moving up..... dragging my hair over his erection...... with a shake throwing it over again......... then flowing the mass up his belly....... his nipples...... his face, until I am astride him...........
Lowering my hips........ legs wide..... my other juices welcome him in....... adding to his own just started leaking for me......... I enfold him, his passage in burning, flaring me........
Rocking........ making him move within me........ my eyes closing..... sharing blindness........ sharing coupling........
Our changing motion......... our needs arising........... our breathing quickens......... our hips driving to each other....... each swelling........ each clenching......... each responding.......... each crying out..... each exultant...... each reach exhiliration in each others arms...... each blind.......