Touch But Don't Look

"You missed a bit." She chided.

"Just saving the best 'til last." I had actually missed a bit: deliberately. B had made it clear that not all girls are into the stuff she let me (encouraged me) to do to her ass. Not wanting to do anything to spoil the mood, I'd decided to wait until I was sure I was welcome there.

"Whoa!" Kelsey's legs nearly buckled as I caressed the backs of her knees and down her calves. I said she was ticklish.

I left her feet for later too. We'd been walking a lot this afternoon. I'd wash them for her later -- I was already planning a shared bath in the enormous tub -- and examine them thoroughly then. B had laughed at my interest in washing her feet and teased me about being a foot fetishist, but she squealed like a girl when I tickled the undersides of her toes with my tongue. I spent a week trying to find a part of B's body that wasn't erogenous but failed.

Back to the task in hand. I stood, uncomfortably aware of a prodigious hard-on trying to straighten itself out in my pants. Kelsey let me linger over her hands and wrists. Just as my hands serve in place of my eyes, so the hands of others give me insight into a person that touching their face cannot. Kelsey had lovely hands: soft, well manicured, slender but not too bony. Her wrists were slim and, when I raised one to my lips and laid the gentlest kiss on it, she pressed her soft palm to my cheek and moved closer: too close to do anything but kiss her.

"What a big cock you have." She squeezed me through my jeans.

"All the better to fuck you with." It was really uncomfortable now.

Kelsey came to my rescue when she started to unfasten my belt. "Promise?"

"Just as soon as I've finished looking at you." I felt a moment of relief as my pants dropped, freeing my erection to spring to attention. Kelsey grabbed it again.

"Good, because If you'd actually bothered to check, you'd know how ready I am." She sounded impatient, but in a good way.

I reached from where her crotch should be, found her hip and worked sideways to encounter a thin strip of short-cropped hair.

"Pubic hair. How novel!" I followed the downy carpet down to the puffy, start of her labia, sliding two fingers in between her pussy and her thighs, just as I had done with Kelly -- except Kelsey's underwear wasn't in the way. It was a wonderfully warm place to hide and my fingers came out slick with moisture.

Lifting those two fingers, I anointed my own lips, spreading her secretions like lip balm then lapping at the rest. I could smell her musk too, much stronger now than her perfume and seriously arousing. "Mmm." A sincere gesture of appreciation.

Kelsey kissed me again, her tongue forcing it's way into my mouth, sharing the spice and musk of her juices on my lips.

"You promised." She dragged me by that convenient hip-height handle, walking backwards until the bed caught her as she toppled, dragging me down on top of her.

"And I'm a man of my word." I moved a little, trying to settle my hips between her spreading thighs.

Still firmly grasping Little Robbie, She guided me between her pussy lips. "Then fuck me." Her voice was husky with pent up lust, as I pressed into her pussy until I could delve no deeper. "Aah." She sighed as our pubic bones met.

It felt wonderful, just resting inside her like that, but I had a promise to keep and I am a man of my word. I put some effort into it, grinding into Kelsey's delightful flesh, calling on all the tricks I'd learned under B's tutelage -- ok, under B -- and all my reserves of self-control, to not come too soon. I need not have worried about that, Kelsey was howling like a banshee in minutes, her pussy throbbing around my cock as she shuddered with the intensity of her orgasm. I got ambitious then, pushing on, desperately holding my fire, wanting to take Kelsey to a second orgasm. I caressed every erogenous zone within reach as I fucked her, my balls aching but will power still holding back the moment of release.

At last! Kelsey started to wail again, writhing and shaking as her second orgasm wrung her glands out, drenching the bed under us as I drenched her insides with a torrent of boiling jism.

"Fuck me." Kelsey whispered as she relaxed, panting for breath with me slumped on top of her.

"I just did."

"No. I mean..." It dawned on her that I had understood what she meant. Her palm landed hard on my ass. "You... That was amazing. I see why B called you a prodigy."

"A prodigy?" I felt ten feet tall at that. Everyone likes rave reviews.

"You don't think I'd have come all this way if you'd been rubbish in bed, do you?"

"Just how far did you come?" I could feel a lot of wetness between us. B had told me about female ejaculation but I hadn't actually managed to make her do it. This was my first first-hand experience of it and I was curious.

"Far enough that we'll need another bed tonight. Is there still a second bedroom in this suite?"

"No. That's now my study. No bed. B said to just ask the desk for an extra room anytime I need one."

"Better idea." Kelsey wiggled out from under me. I heard her pick up the phone. "Housekeeping please... Good afternoon, I'd like a change of sheets for Mr Pugh's suite please... Yes, as soon as possible. You'll have to use a passkey. We'll be in the bath for the next hour... Thanks." She cradled the phone. "There! The legend begins."

"Legend?" I was just thinking how embarrassed I was going to be around the maids. This was bound to become gossip.

"It's a hotel. You think they won't know why the bed's wet? They're used to this sort of thing. Robbie, there is nothing sexier than a man that you know is good at pleasing a woman and when they see this bed, they'll know just how good at it you are. Now let's go and get clean. We have a dinner reservation at Ernesto's." She buzzed me and wiggled entirely free of me.

Ernesto's: That was the restaurant B had taken me to for our first date.

* * * * *

Bathing with Kelsey was fun. I got to inspect her toes most thoroughly, first when I washed her feet, then when she let me kiss each little piggie in turn, even when I tickled them. I really think I could turn into a foot fetishist with just a little encouragement. I'm just guessing here, but I reckon I'll have more than a little encouragement if -- when -- B gets wind of it. My darling sponsor likes to indulge people's fetishes.

"Don't stop." Kelsey said as I paused in my oral examination of her feet.

"The maids have arrived." I felt unaccountably shy of continuing with 'the help' only a closed door away. Perhaps because Kelsey had not been what you would call quiet while I sucked her toes.

"Robbie Pugh, if you don't stop being silly, I'll... I'll fake the loudest orgasm since Meg Ryan and they're sure to hear that."

"You wouldn't."

"Wanna bet?" She started moaning theatrically, getting into character.

"Ok. You win." I lifted her foot up again and tickled between her toes until she sounded almost asthmatic, she was laughing so much.

"Uncle!" She finally conceded defeat.

"That's great! Now the maid's have gone, you want to be quiet." I feigned disgruntlement but I don't think I pulled it off.

"What can I say? B's a bad influence. I used to be such a good girl."

"Ok, we'll blame B. She wants to be the queen of scandal anyway. She corrupted us both then threw us innocents together and we have to make the best of it. Agreed?"

"Agreed. Robbie?"

"Yes."

"Now you've had a chance to compare, what do you prefer? Shaved or unshaved?"

"Eh? Oh. I don't know. Your curls are very tactile, which is great, but they tickle my nose."

"Is that why you spent so little time down there?"

"Actually, no. You were so insistent on me keeping my promise, I didn't have time."

"And after that?"

"After? Kelsey, I'm not that keen on the taste of my own jism. I know you're probably used to guys who don't mind that but I'm not one of them." I'm really not. I tried it once, with B but it was quite a turn-off and licking a girl's pussy should never be a turn-off.

"Actually, in Eric's household there's generally a girl on hand to do the honours. Eric and Parry would much rather watch another girl clean up the mess they've made. It was actually B's job -- paid job -- for a year. Didn't she tell you?"

"She told me."

"So back to my question. Shaved or unshaved? There's an easy way to find out." She moved, the bathwater surged as she stood up and repositioned herself.

I'm not sure how she got into whatever position she got into, but I found myself with a face full of freshly washed pussy and -- unaccountably -- no excuse for ignoring it. It tasted slightly soapy for a few seconds then got much more interesting. Quite wonderful actually: I've tasted two now and they're different but equally delicious. Kelsey was more savoury than B, there was something familiar about that taste but I didn't make the connection right off. I found her clitoris and teased it until she was trembling -- adrenalin or fatigue at the awkward position? -- then flicked the tiny button to turn on her orgasm and listened to her squeal as she ground her pussy against my mouth, moving her hips up so that I had no choice but to delve my tongue deep inside her wet hole, licking the hot mucus from her insides as the walls of her vagina throbbed and she came, loud and long. No squirting this time but, still, I felt I'd demonstrated my prowess.

"Who knew?" She gasped as she splashed back down in the bath, sending waves up the sides and, probably, all over the floor.

"Who knew what?" I thought I'd done pretty well.

"Who knew that B was capable of understatement?"

"Explain?" I guessed she meant I'd done better than she'd been led to expect, but I wanted to hear her say it. Male ego is so fragile.

"She said you had talent but..."

"Well I'm glad you weren't disappointed." I was hard as rock and wondering why it was my hand around my cock at this point.

"B was definitely right when she said you fuck like a guy but touch like a girl."

"Is that good?" Hello? Hard-on to Kelsey. Hard-on to Kelsey. Can I get a little TLC here?

"Very good. Women are much more gentle than men. That thing you do to see us..."

"Mapping?"

"Is that what you call it. Anyway, that was the most amazing foreplay. I've never been examined so closely, or so gently." Finally, she noticed my cock. "You know, those things make a hell of a mess if they go off while you're cleaning them." Water surged again and her mouth closed over Little Robbie. At last!

I relaxed, let go of myself and surrendered to Kelsey's tender care. Her mouth felt great, and her hands, cradling my nut sack and circling the base of my cock, were -- well, let's just say it was all good, especially when she sucked my balls -- that was new. I almost came when she did that but managed to hold my load until her mouth was hermetically sealed around my cock again. Then I unloaded in fine style, spraying hot jism across her tongue and the back of her throat. I know it isn't politically correct but that instant of male domination and conspicuous female submission is incredibly satisfying.

I was surprised, after our antics, that there was enough bath water left to wash in, but there was a lot less on the floor than I'd been expecting.

We weren't even late for dinner.

* * * * *

"Good morning." Kelsey came into the bathroom.

"Morning. I tried not to wake you." I'd got up early, showered and was standing by the washstand naked, shaving. I would have been wearing a towel but it wouldn't stay on with the hard-on I was sporting. I'd woken up with it and Little Robbie was disinclined to go back to sleep so I wore him proudly.

"Don't you ever cut yourself?" Kelsey kissed the base of my neck as she passed me and sat on the toilet.

"No. People think you have to see to use a wet razor but it's actually more about touch and I'm good at that." I could hear the splash of water on water as Kelsey emptied her bladder.

"Good. I'll grab a quick shower then you can shave me." She stood, flushed and turned on the shower.

"You?" Did she mean...? Surely not.

"Last night you decided you preferred smooth pussy."

"But..."

"Its all about touch, right? Look, if you don't want to, I can always go and get it waxed."

"No... I want to." I really wanted to. "Its just... unfamiliar territory."

"Unfamiliar? After last night? Hardly, Robbie. Worst case scenario: You nick me. So? Do you have any idea how much waxing hurts?"

"Ok, let's do it, before I come to my senses."

The shower went quiet and I heard Kelsey moving around. "Ready." She'd perched on edge of the tub.

I knelt in front of her and found her legs already spread wide. Locating her pubic hair by touch, I sprayed a little shaving foam onto it and massaged it well in. At least she only had hair at the front -- her labia were already smooth. It took a while to remove even that small strip though because I had to keep getting up to rinse the razor. Not that I was in any kind of hurry. Eventually, Kelsey ran her fingers over her pubis and pronounced it...

"Perfect."

"Not sore?"

"Well... a little. Perhaps you should kiss it better." Kelsey's usual warm contralto voice was suddenly much younger.

I didn't need asking twice. I lavished kisses on that smooth mound, working slowly but surely down to her hidden clit, teasing it into life and flicking it with the tip of my tongue until Kelsey was almost on the brink of her climax. I found her vagina with my fingers and plunged two inside her, pumping them back and forth as I tormented her clit, sending her over the edge into freefall orgasm. She squealed with delight and shook with the power of her ecstasy... and she squirted. The fingers had been all the extra encouragement she'd needed and I got my first mouthful of female ejaculate. I lapped at the brief deluge eagerly until she stopped shaking and sat up. I took that as a signal to stop, removed my fingers and sucked on them, enjoying a final taste of her climax.

"I'm glad yesterday wasn't a one-off."

"So am I." Kelsey sounded tearful. I reached up to her cheek: It was moist.

"That bad, huh?"

"That good." She slipped off the edge of the tub, onto her knees in front of me and kissed me forcefully. I know I'm new to all this stuff but I get the impression its gonna take a lot longer to understand women than I originally thought. "What would you like for breakfast?"

"Waffles. But first I need to shower again. Somebody just came all over me." I stood and Little Robbie still stuck out in front of me.

"And this?" Kelsey stroked my erection affectionately.

"And that."

* * * * *

"Mmm. Good waffles." Kelsey spoke with her mouth full.

"Aren't they? I'm going to get fat living here."

"Not with the amount of exercise you're going to get."

"If servicing you lets me have guilt-free waffles every morning, I guess it's worth it. Ouch!" My leg stung where she'd slapped me.

"You deserved it."

"I never said waffles were the only reason."

"Want a bigger shovel? You're digging a pretty big hole for yourself."

"Actually, I hate waffles, but I need them so that I'll have enough energy to give you the sort of physical attention you so richly deserve and which it is currently my honour to provide." I laid it on thick.

"That's better. But I'm still going to shave your balls tonight." She'd threatened this after blowing me in the shower. I thought she'd been joking.

"Why?" I still hadn't got a reason out of her.

"For the same reason you shaved me. Whiskers tickle. Trust me. You'll thank me for it afterwards."

"It sounds like a practical joke. Did B bet you that you wouldn't get me to do it? How much do you stand to win?"

"That's paranoid. No, B didn't put me up to it. I just don't want to be flossing with pubic hair every time I put your balls in my mouth." She made it sound almost reasonable.

"Ok. But if I ever find out that money changed hands, I'm gonna expect 50%"

"Fair enough. 50% of nothing is what you'll get." Kelsey finished her waffles and pushed her plate away. "Thank you." She said to the waitress who cleared the table for us.

"More coffee?" It was Ellie. I knew most of the waitresses by voice and Ellie's was one of the nicest. She always sounded like she was smiling.

"Please." Kelsey wanted another cup of Joe so I had time for one. It was a daft question to ask me: I'll always have another coffee.

"Thanks Ellie." I put my empty cup down to be refilled.

"My pleasure, Robbie." She filled our cups and left.

"My pleasure, Robbie?" Kelsey made it a question.

"What?" did I sound defensive?

"Who's been flirting with waitresses?" She taunted.

"I have breakfast in here every day and, being the only blind boy, I get remembered and people are generally helpful. So I know her name. So what? I don't even know what she looks like."

"Really?"

"Really."

"So you haven't done the fingers-on-face thing?"

"No."

"You should."

"Why?"

"Because she's the cutest thing I've seen since I got to Boston."

"Really?"

"Robbie, she's gorgeous. But don't take my word for it." Kelsey must have beckoned to Ellie because she came over to our table again. "Ellie, Robbie was wondering what you look like but he's a bit too shy to ask. Do you mind if he touches your face? I know it sounds weird but it's his way of seeing people."

"Sure. What do I do?"

"Just squeeze in next to him... That's it... Now stay still and let him do it all." Kelsey shut up and let me map Ellie's face.

"Thanks Ellie. It's good to know what you look like at last."

"You should have asked sooner." She chided me sweetly.

"I would have, but some people get a bit freaked out by the whole hands-on thing."

"Silly." Her elbow nudged me. Kelsey was right about one thing. Ellie was definitely flirty... Ok, so she was right about two things.

"And you were right." I said to Kelsey.

"Right?" Ellie asked, having missed the earlier part of our conversation.

"I told him you were very cute." Kelsey explained.

"And you are. You even look good to a blind boy."

"Really?" She seemed pleased with the blatant flattery.

"Really."

"That's so sweet." On an impulse, Ellie leant close and planted one on my cheek. "But I've gotta get back to work." And she was gone.

"You should ask her out sometime." Kelsey suggested.

"No way."

"Why not?"

"Because I'm surprised she hasn't already heard about us, but she will have by tomorrow."

"And since when did you know so much about girls?" Kelsey's voice had laughter in it.

"I don't but-"

"Girls like bad boys. I bet she has heard the gossip... Robbie, this'll sound weird but your handicap isn't... at least in this instance."

"Explain please." Kelsey was right about it sounding weird.

"Your blindness makes you appear vulnerable and the rumours of your sexual prowess make you an alpha male. You've got us both ways: We want to mother you and have your babies."

"That sounds crazy."

"So? Want to have a friendly wager on it?"

"Wager? On what?"

"On you getting Ellie to wrap herself round your dick."

"You are crazy." As if a blind guy who'd never successfully got a first date was going to get anywhere with a girl described as 'the cutest thing in Boston'.

"You think? Ok. Here's the deal. I'm gonna fly back to Manhattan tomorrow morning -- really early, so you'll have to eat breakfast alone -- and I'll be gone a week. If you've fucked Ellie by then, you get my ass... I know you like anal sex, Robbie. Deal?"

"No." It was an appalling idea.

"What have you got to lose? There's no penalty for failure."

"One: Ellie's a person. She has feelings and being the subject of a sordid bet would, I am sure, hurt them. Why would I want to do that?

Two: She's cute? Then she's almost certainly got a boyfriend. I wouldn't want her to cheat on me, so it's not right to ask her to cheat on him.