Literotic asexstories – Blind Love Ch. 02 by Pop-O,Pop-O
Facing the sound of her mother’s voice Ann said, “Oh Mom, I’m just in a happy mood, that’s all.”
“Well, its nice to see you in such a good mood and the trip was quite nice too.”
“Yes Mom, quite nice.”
When Ann was finally in her apartment and her mother had left, she pranced around like a school girl after finding her first boyfriend. She had never been happier in her life. Even the fact that she was blind didn’t bother her in the least. She kept picturing in her mind, how beautiful Stan had felt.
She recalled every nuance of Stan’s body and she even blushed a little thinking about his hard cock, how it felt in her hand and inside of her pussy. Just thinking of that was making her wet.
Then she thought to herself, Will I hear from him? Does he really care as much as he said he did?
As she unpacked her suitcase, all she could think of was Stan and her good mood continued. Later that afternoon while listening to the television, the phone rang. Thinking it was just her mother, she lifted the receiver and said, “Hello”
“Ann? Is that you Ann?
“Yes, this is Ann,” she said to the unknown voice
“It’s me Stan.”
“Oh hello,” she said, trying to keep the excitement out of her voice.
“I was just calling to make sure you made it home.”
“Is that the only reason?”
“No, not really! I miss you already and want you to come back.” “Why Stan, how sweet. I want to be there too, but I can’t right now.”
“Yes Ann, I understand. Its just that I can’t get you out of my mind. I’ve tried all day to do things and I end up sitting down and thinking about us.”
I know what you mean, Mom probed me for information all the way home. She said I had this silly grin on my face.”
“Did you? I mean have a grin on your face?”
“I guess I did.”
“Is it okay if I call again, during the week?”
“Certainly, I don’t go to many places, but if I’m not here leave a message and I’ll call you.”
“Okay, bye for now.”
“Bye Stan.”
Hanging up the phone, Ann then started dancing in the living room. Twirling and giggling and being just plain silly. With all the spinning she did, she lost track of where she was in the room. Reaching out in front of her with her hands, she moved slowly until she felt the familiarity of her recliner.
Sitting back down, she smiled and thought to herself, He misses me and wants me there with him. God how I want to be with him too.
The next few weeks Stan called every day to talk to her. Sometimes it was for a few moments, just to say hello and at times it was for half an hour and not really saying all that much. Each time she hung up from a call, she would get all giddy.
Just yesterday (Tuesday) Stan called to let her know that he was going to be coming in to the city for the weekend and wanted to know if they could take in a movie and have dinner together. He told her where he was staying and when he would arrive.
Today Ann’s mother was stopping by to take her shopping, so she was going to ask to go to a dress shop so she could pick out a new dress to wear. She was waiting for her mother on the front stairs and when she sat in the car and strapped herself in she said, “I’d like to go to Crandall’s today, if that’s okay with you?”
“Sure, but why there? You have plenty of clothes and that place is expensive.”
“Well Mom, Mr. Wilkins called and said he was coming to the city and he asked me out to a movie and dinner”
“Who’s Mr. Wilkins?”
“Mom, I swear, Stan Wilkins, the owner and manager of the hotel we stayed at three weeks ago.”
“OH! Yes that’s right. How did he get your phone number? I didn’t put it on the registration.”
“I gave it to him Mom, we’ve talked everyday since we returned home.”
“Now I understand why you had that silly grin on your face all the way home that day.”
“Mother!”
“Hell honey, its about time you get out and date. I was beginning to get worried about you.”
“There’s nothing wrong with me Mom, except maybe being picky as to whom I’ll see.”
“Yeah, so picky, you haven’t dated at all. So tell me what happened to make you give him your number?”
“He came to my room and asked me to have supper with him and we had a nice meal and talked.”
“And now, three weeks later your just telling me this.”
“I don’t kiss and tell Mom.”
“Kiss? You kissed him?”
“Mother, stop it now. Just let it go at the fact that we had a nice evening, okay?”
“Okay, I won’t probe for more information. There’s Crandall’s over there, so we’ll stop and get you what you want.”
In the store Ann’s mother described the coloring of the clothing, while Ann felt the items and pictured them in her mind. Ann was being picky and it took some time before she finally settled on a light green strapless summer dress. Taking it to the dressing room, she tried it on and showed her mom.
Looking at her daughter in the dress, she was beautiful. Although the dress really did expose quite a bit of her cleavage, her mother only said, “To bad Stan is blind.”
“Why did you say that?”
“Honey he wouldn’t be able to take his eyes off of your breasts, that’s why.”
“Is it to revealing?”
“No honey, you look beautiful in it, just make sure you keep the top up or everyone will be looking.”
Ann giggled to herself and went back into the changing room and put her clothes back on. Paying for the dress, they left the store and did their regular shopping for food, then Ann was left alone at home storing the purchases in the proper places.
On Friday afternoon around two, Stan called to let her know he was at his hotel and she told him to get a taxi and come to her place because she wanted to cook supper for him, they could go to the movies and have dinner on Saturday instead. She also told him it was casual, no suits allowed. He agreed and would be there about five and would bring some wine with him.
The rest of the afternoon, Ann put the meal together, showered and changed (she was saving the new dress for tomorrow) into a sleeveless pullover and her jeans, so she’d be comfortable.
Checking her watch, she felt the handles and it was just about five, so she went to the front stairs and waited for Stan’s taxi to arrive. She heard a vehicle stop and a door open and said, “Stan, is that you Stan?”
“Yes!, You didn’t have to come outside to meet me.”
As he moved closer to Ann, she said, “There’s four steps.”
Stan climbed the steps and when he was next to her, he leaned in and kissed her cheek and said, “You smell delicious, lead the way.”
Stan took her elbow and they went inside. Once in the apartment, she walked him around so he would know the apartment. Then sitting him in her recliner, she told him she had to check the meal and turned towards the kitchen.
“Is there anything I can do to help?”
“No Stan, I’ve got it just about ready as it is. Turn on the television and just enjoy yourself. The remote is on the table to your left.”
He found a ballgame and listened to it, while she worked in the kitchen.
In the kitchen Ann opened the bag that he had brought with him and she felt the bottles and removed them from the bag.
“Stan, two bottles of wine? You plan on getting plastered?”
He laughed and turned toward the sound of her voice and said, “No Ann, one is White and one is Red. I didn’t know what you were cooking so I brought both.”
“I hope you like homemade Beef Stew? I figured something simple for here, we can get elaborate tomorrow at dinner.”
“I love Beef Stew, you must be a mind reader. Its really my favorite meal.”
“Well, its just about ready, do you want to pour the wine for us?”
He got up and made his way to the kitchen and managed to not hit any furniture. “Where’s the corkscrew?”
She knew where he was standing and told him, “Open the drawer in front of you and its to the front left inside.”
Ann got the wine glasses from the cabinet and handed them to Stan and then they sat at the table. Ann ladled the food onto the plates and Stan poured the wine, then they sat and enjoyed the meal. They talked about everything they could think of and mostly about how Stan came about owning the hotel.
His family had owned it for the longest time and none of his brothers or his sister wanted the hassle of running a hotel, so he took it over after his parents passed away two years ago. He was making enough money to keep himself fed and still have a savings account, but he did complain about the rising cost of just about everything and that he may have to go up on his rates.
After supper, they cleared the table, and Ann put everything in the dishwasher. Taking their wine, they went into the living room and both sat on the couch. Stan was against the armrest and Ann had cuddled herself into his arms.
“UHMMMM, I like this,” Stan said.
“Yes, I do too. It feels natural to sit here in your arms.”
They sat there for a while, just enjoying the closeness of one another while not really paying attention to what was on the television. Ann felt so good, and she turned herself to face Stan and felt his face.
“You feel beautiful, I love the rugged features of your face.”
“I’m loving the feel of your body so close to mine,” Stan said.
“Tell me how I feel to you Stan, please, I want to know.”
Stan placed his fingers in her hair and said, “Your hair so soft and silky to the touch. You face feels like the soft petals of a rose.”
“That’s nice, but now the rest of me too.”
Moving his hands to her shoulders, he said, “Your shoulders feel like smooth cotton.”
“Silly, that’s my blouse, wait,” as she reached down and brought the blouse up over her head and dropped it on the floor. “Now tell me how I feel.”
As his hands touched her bare shoulders he smiled and said, “Nice, that feels real nice,” and he moved out and down her arms. “Not to large, feels as though you have some strength, but still keep your skin soft. You have long fingers and maintain your fingernails, no sharp edges.”
“Tell me more Stan, tell me more.”
Moving his hands back up her arms to her shoulders, he moved down her back and felt her spine and said, “Good definition and still smooth and silky,” as his hands again were on her shoulders and then moved down her front to the swells of her breasts.
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