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Subject: {ASSM} New "Blind Neighbor" by Ray1031  (MF, 1st,  Rom)
Date: Sun, 18 Nov 2001 08:10:02 -0500
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Blind Neighbor by Ray1031 (MF Rom 1st) Copyright to the author: October 19,
2001

   The following story contains descriptions of sex and sexual situations.
You must be 18 to read this story.

   If it is illegal or against your beliefs to read such stories, then
don't.

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the author's information and copyright information is kept intact.

   Authors Note: I promised this story a couple of months ago, then got
sidetracked.  Here it is.  I hope you enjoy.

   Blind Neighbor by Ray1031 (MF Rom 1st)

   It was a comfortable June morning when I carried my morning coffee out
onto the deck just before dawn.  I was dressed only in my jockeys and a
T-shirt, but that was okay.  Even though I lived in the center of a small
town my back yard and deck afforded a natural privacy.  The deck was built
into an 'L' in the houses construction, hiding it from the street and the
neighbor's house.

   It had become my habit to arise and sit on the deck for the sunrises.  I
had the perfect view and with the weather clear they were always glorious.

   I was sitting comfortably and taking my second sip of coffee when my
neighbor, or rather her daughter, came around the corner of the house with
a cheery "Good Morning, Dobie."

   Yup, that's me, Dobie Gillis; no relation.  My father simply had a
rather strange sense of humor and had the birth certificate already filled
out before my mother woke up.  I was a breach birth and they had to knock
my mother out.

   "Morning, Filly.  Up early aren't you?" I didn't change my position or
try to hide myself.  You see, Filly is blind, she has been since a car
accident when she was nine, a family picnic that had ended tragically.  Her
father and younger brother were killed in the same accident, leaving Filly,
her two older brothers and her mother to carry on.  Filly was now 23 and
her brothers had both moved on and out.  Her Mother still worked two jobs
but I think it was habit as much as anything else.  Lord knows she didn't
need to . . .  Filly had won the Lottery two years ago and was getting
about $150,000 a year - after taxes.  But Mama was also 'old school' and
wouldn't touch the 'children's money'.

   "No.  I'm just out a little early.  Usually at this time I'm doing my
morning exercises.  I heard your door and thought I would come over to
steal a cup of coffee from you, we're out again." She was walking around
the corner of the deck with only her head and shoulders visible so far,
thanks to my home being built into the side of a low hill, the deck was
actually just under five feet up from the ground.

   "There's coffee in the pot and nothing's been changed inside.  Think you
can get it or do you want some help?"

   "If nothing's changed, I remember where it all is and I can get it fine.
Floors are all clear?  I'd hate to trip over anything."

   "Might be a chair out at the table but everything else is where it
belongs.  Why don't you bring out the pot, save us some extra trips."

   "I'll do that, but I need to use your bathroom first if that's okay."

   "Help yourself.  I 'think' the seat is down, but be sure and check
first. This is a guy's house."

   I had turned to the horizon, and the first bands of orange and pink as
she climbed the steps to the deck.

   "Growing up with two older brothers I'm used to that hazard, Thank you.
I will most definitely check first, though as I like my butt dry at this
time of day." I hadn't been looking as she came onto the porch, but the
grin was obvious in her voice as she walked past me into the house.

   I continued to enjoy the sunrise, as the bands of color began turning to
yellows and golds, announcing the nearing of dawn itself.  Just as the
first small curve of the sun peaked over the horizon the door opened and I
turned to see Filly carrying a cup and the coffee pot from the house.  I
think my mouth fell open.

   At twenty-three, she was a beautiful woman with naturally curly auburn
hair hanging to just over her shoulders.  Her green eyes, that hardly
seemed sightless at all, dominated her highcheekboned face.  Her long neck
leading my eyes to her fit curvaceous body and long slim legs.  Her body
and Legs made all the more obvious now by her attire, or rather lack of it.
Wearing only a pair of skimpy white bikini panties and a body hugging
muscle T-shirt she stepped around me and placed the coffee pot on the small
patio table beside me.

   In her disconcerting way she seemed to look directly into my eyes as she
said "Close your mouth, Dobie.  My swimsuit covers less." I closed my
mouth, but shook my head with a grin.

   "Maybe, but your suit bottom covers the top of your ass crack, your
panties don't.  And, although you don't need the support, the swim suit top
keeps them big breasts of yours from bouncing all over the place as you
move."

   She bounced in place a few times, causing her breasts to jiggle
enticingly, up down, apart and together again.  Her nipples appeared to be
stiffening.  "Why, I don't have any idea what you could mean sir.  I feel I
should be offended; or embarrassed at the very least."

   "Stop that and sit down.  The sun's coming up." She sat and turned her
face towards the sunrise as I once again turned to watch.

   I was just in time.  I've found that there is the barest moment on some
mornings when the world seems to hold it's breath as the sun rises; Birds,
crickets, and other noise makers are silent; The wind stills and even the
trees seem to shiver slightly in anticipation.  Then it happens.  The sun
comes above the horizon and the leaves seem to turn in place trying to
catch the first rays, Birds and other animals will raise their heads.  The
smaller new branch tips of the trees and bushes seem themselves to rise up
to meet it.

   It lasts only an instant or two and you have to be watching to see it,
but the moment seems almost reverent and never fails to move me.

   After appreciating the moment I slowly released my breath . . .  I
hadn't known I was holding it.  Turning to Filly I said,"Okay.  Suns up and
the show's over.  You can start jiggling again if you want."

   She turned towards me.  "Oh you!" and stuck out her tongue.  Paused for
a moment and said, "It got real quiet this morning.  Was it one of the
special ones?"

   "Yes"

   "I almost wish you hadn't told me about them.  I was too young when I
lost my sight so I never noticed such things.  Now, I can't see it to
appreciate it."

   A single tear was forming at the corner of her eye.  To change the
subject I said, "Okay.  What do you want this morning?"

   She sat pensively for a long moment before responding.  "I have this
problem I need your help with."

   "I'll do whatever I can, of course, what's the problem?"

   "Virginity."

   "You are still a virgin then.  Why come to me?  I'm 14 years older than
you are."

   "Which is partly why by itself, your maturity and experience.  I trust
you more than any other man I know.  Besides, I am in love with you." I was
stunned for a long moment by her statement.  Wondering if it was some
strange combination of her 'need' and simple comfort in my company.  She
didn't really know that many men.

   But, then I remembered some advice once given me: If a woman feels
strongly enough to say she loves you, then she loves you, no matter where
it comes from.  Living next door for five years, I had long been in lust
with this woman and simply, at her unexpected words, realized that I loved
her as well.

   I stood and leaned over the table.  Taking her chin in my hand, I kissed
her.  Her mouth opened and her tongue came out to play as her arms went
around my neck squeezing hard.  She was obviously hungry but the kiss
stayed gentle, tentative and exploring.

   Breaking the kiss, I guided her into the house and to my bedroom seating
her on the bed.  As soon as her butt hit the bed she crossed her arms at
the waist, peeled the shirt off and dropped it to the floor.  She rolled
backwards onto her back and her panties soon followed the shirt.  In brief
moments, I too was naked.

   She started to sit, but I placed a hand between her breasts and held her
down, leaning over her for another kiss, this one less gentle as she pulled
me firmly to her, her breathing becoming heavy as it puffed against my
cheek.  When it was done, I caught her upper lip between my teeth and
licked it.  I then kissed and licked the tip of her nose eliciting a giggle
before moving on.  I was going to kiss her eyelids, but found her eyes wide
open and so moved on to her eyebrows instead.

   My trip moved from there to her temples, earlobes, jaw line and throat.
Slowly travelling south to her breasts lying almost flat against her chest.
The areolas were now puffy and of a richer color than when first exposed.
Her nipples pointed skyward, rigid and almost quivering with her quick
breaths.  I paused there on my southward journey, exploring and admiring
every inch of them with my lips, teeth and tongue.  Sucking hard at the
areolas and nipples, I switched constantly so neither received more
attention than the other.

   Her breathing, deep and excited before was becoming more shallow and
ragged as the journey continued.  Her hands were sometimes on my head,
sometimes at her sides or over her eyes.  Taking her arms I guided then
straight out above her head; her hands grasped the bedspread beneath my
pillow.

   Moving further southward I came to the elongated valley of her naval and
it was here I found my first body hairs.  Three stray hairs protruding from
the valley itself and a thin trail of fine stalks leading in a line to her
more luxuriant growth below.  Long minutes I spent kissing and nibbling the
surrounding area with occasional tongue forays into the valley itself. 
Then it was time to follow the tree line to the forested plain below.

   As I approached, her breath was catching in her throat at each contact
of lips or tongue on her skin.  When I arrived, I found the columns of her
legs already parted in anticipation, moisture was glistening in the cleft
and a single drop of fluid was beginning to slide across the division to
her wrinkle rimmed anus.  Gently, with a touch as soft as a butterfly's
wing, I kissed and tongued the hollow where her legs and vagina met.  It
was like electric shocks were passing through her and I believe she had a
small orgasm for each.

   Breaking contact I had to shift my position as my twisting during my
travels had my cock in a very uncomfortable position.  Freeing it, I
suddenly felt a hand touching my side and beginning to slide across my
belly towards it.  Without looking I used my left hand to push her arm back
over her head as my right raised her left leg up, pulling her ankle before
my face.  A small sound, almost whimper-like sounded in her throat as I
began kissing tonguing and exploring her slim ankle.  Again, I began my
travels towards her glistening valley, exploring every inch, raising and
paying attention to each leg equally as I went.  Starting with them almost
together in my hands and slowly spreading them wider and wider, I
approached the forested valley below my face.

   When I arrived, I found the first small droplet had been joined by
others and now there was a solid line of fluid to her puckered rear opening
and beyond, losing itself between her nether cheeks.  Again I nipped and
licked at the small depressions to either side before finally using my
tongue to travel from ass to clit, tasting the sweetness and sweat of her
at once.

   This time, there was no doubt as a somewhat stronger orgasm shook her,
small quakes passing through the muscles of her lower belly.  I stopped
again and rose to my knees beside her.

   Lightly swatting her butt once I spoke the first words uttered since we
arrived in the bedroom.  "Get up on your hands and knees, Filly." Pausing,
but without question she did.

   This time I began with the crack of her ass and explored her cheeks,
moving ultimately to her lower back and spine I began my travels North. 
Kissing, nibbling and tonguing my way towards her neck with forays to her
sides and a little extra attention to the sensitive areas below and just
inside her shoulder blades, I moved onward.  Her arms were quivering and
her back was bowed and shaking when I finally arrived at her neck.

   Gathering her hair in my left hand and holding it out over her head, I
began exploring the nape of her neck, travelling first behind one ear, then
the other and back to the nape.  Catching a few small hairs in my lips I
was gently sucking and pulling them as I finished positioning myself
between her legs.  When I began rubbing the head of my cock between her
labia to moisten it, she had another orgasm.  Still small, but somewhat
larger than those earlier.  Sweat was gathering between her shoulder blades
and beading down her sides.

   I wished for a wall mirror, as I couldn't see her face in this position.
I would have liked to read her facial expressions see her enjoyment and
take my cues from her reactions to what was happening.  I had chosen this
position though and wasn't about to change it now.

   When I felt well enough moistened, I pulled my cock higher in her slit
and finally came in full contact with her clitoris.  Her body tensed at the
onset of a much larger orgasm and her arms collapsed, dropping her chest to
the bed below her.  She would have slid completely flat except that I had
released her hair and held her hips in position with both hands as I began
my entry.

   Using a simple gentle pressure I slowly began sliding into her depths.
She was tighter than anyone I'd ever been with.  The entry could have been
painful for both of us, except that she was copiously moistened, and at the
first penetration, her orgasm redoubled itself.  With the gentle pressure I
was applying, I wasn't forcing my way into her.  Her vaginal muscles were
doing the work for me; first quivering and contracting then momentarily
relaxing before beginning the cycle again.  She would first bar the way;
gripping, almost milking me, then it all relaxed for an easy slide of about
an inch, before once again grasping, stopping me or pulling me deeper
within.  Finally, I was fully, deeply imbedded inside of her.

   Waiting, I allowed her to calm and come back to the reality of things
before slowly beginning to explore her depths.  At her angle, face down on
the bed with her ass high above her, her clitoris was prominent and on each
slow plunging stroke my balls brushed it in all it's sensitivity. 
Especially as I added a small swivel to my hips at the end of each stroke.

   I wasn't going to last long, and knew it.  She was too tight and I was
months without.  But her need was great, her sensitivity was heightened,
and I was able to once again guide her over her peak before reaching my own
as her pussy grasped and jerked at my cock in it's contractions.

   Knees weak and spent, I fell beside her on the bed, waiting for my
energy to return.

   As always seems usual in situations like this, it was she who moved
first, the woman surpassing the man in recovery.  Finding me with her
hands, guiding herself to my face and kissing me long and deeply.

   "I love you too," I said.  As she cuddled close beside me.

   "I know.  But you weren't saying it first, so I did.  Someone had to."

   Laying her head on my chest one leg over mine she reached across and
hugged my chest before relaxing and taking a nap where she was.

   Pulling a pillow under my head, I lay there and watched her sleep.

   End 

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