Blind Date

I've been blind since birth, and it didn't seem to matter too much as I was growing up, but on the day of my eighteenth birthday I was still a virgin and it got me thinking.

My name is Grale, by the way. I know, funny name, but my folks were into old cultures and I guess it dates back to some ancient dead time. I got some kidding at school, but as I matured into a 5 foot 7 inch, blond, woman with a well-defined waist, 38C breasts and hips to match, I could almost 'hear' the appreciative looks I started getting.

If you're not blind you probably don't pay much attention to sounds when you a hot guy walks past you, but believe me, you can tell a lot from listening ... a change of step, the 'creak' of a leather jacket as their head turns, or a sudden shift in breathing. Sometime, in a crowded train or a lift, I can even hear a shift up in heartbeat, when my chest brushes past some guy's arm or hand! In fact, that is what triggered off my very first serious sexual encounter, and the night I gave up my virginity.

Oh, I had some teenage fumbles in the park when I was going through puberty and the hormones were all over the place. But, fo some reason, the sighted boys seemed to think it was wrong to take the knickers of the 'blind girl', and I was too naive to be assertive. So all I got was a stray hand in my blouse, or sliding tentatively up my inner thigh. I did once manage to give my boyfriend a blow-job ... his cock was so smooth and hot as I felt my way onto it and I heard his breathing and his heart speed up as he reached climax ... but he pretty soon left me for a sighted girl who told him how handsome he looked and so I ended up, at my eighteenth birthday party, still a virgin, and hating it!

The party was in a local hotel, where I'd booked a room so I didn't have to travel home late at night, so after everyone had gone I made my way up to my room. A man got into the lift with (you can always tell a man, from the scent of musk, especially when they are sexually aroused) and I was feeling a littel frisky so I decided to flirt with him. I moved over and managed to 'accidently' brush my chest over his arm as I spoke to him.

"Excuse me, I'm blind, could you press floor 6 for me?", I said.

"Of course, young lady," he answered, with a deep gravelly voice that put this age around 45-50, "but it won't be any easier for me. You see, I'm blind too."

It was at this point that I heard the tell-tale sounds of arousal. His breath was quickening and I am sure I could hear a faint pounding from his heart. To cut a long story short, we got talking and I invited him back to my room 'for a coffee', hoping he would get the idea.

I think he did, because as soon as the room door closed, he moved towards me and asked if he could kiss me.

"Yes", I said, our faces so close together I could feel his breath on my cheek. Soon it was his lips on mine and his strong arms around my shoulders and waist.

It was only then that I had a chance to feel his body. As usual when blind people become intimate, there had been a lot of touching of faces up up intil then ... nothing sexual, just seein what each other 'looked' like. But now his touching was starting to stray from the 'safe' areas. I felt a hand sliding down my back to cup my soft, firm buttocks an another slid around my waist and upwards towards my breast, causing my nipple to stiffen involuntarily and push out through the silk of my blouse. All the while his lips and tongue were urgently working over my mouth, sending wonderful sensations through me. This was no naive schoolboy fumbling me in the park ... this was an experience older man who knew how to make a woman's body come alive.

My own hands were not idle. I quickly surveyed his upper body and then moved downwards to where I knew I would find a hard bulge in the front of his trousers. At my touch it jumped and his heart rate leapt another notch. Without sight to hamper us, all of our awareness was centred on those roving fingers. He seemed to linger on the slipperyness of my silk blouse, while I was enjoying the roughness of his wool suit. Soon we were both enjoying the soft smoothness of skin as we quickly removed each others clothing.

I moved him, step by step, towards the bed, and just as his mouth found its way to my nipples, now painfully ard and erect, our legs brushed against the bedcover and we fell, laughing onto the freshly turned-down linen sheets. I gasped at the sudden coldness but quickly recovered and pulled my unseen lover on top of me, knowing that this was the moment I had been waiting for.

As he slid his firm, but surprisingly light body on top of me he hesitated and whispered, "Do I need protection?".

"It's okay," I replied, "now please fuck me, but be gentle, this is my first time."

"Are you sure," he asked, a sudden uncertainty in his voice, "we've never met before. How can a beautiful woman like you not have a boyfriend?"

"Yes, I am sure. All those sighted boys were just too damn scared to take me. But with you it's different. I can tell from your touch and the way you move that this is as special for you as it is for me." I opened my legs and let him sink between them, feeling his now fully erect cock nudging at my virginal pussy. "I want my first time to be special, for both of us."

"Oh, God! Where have you been all my life", he sighed, and slowly, gently pushed himself inside me, stretching me like my large collection of vibrators never had. (What, did you think I was naive, as well as a virgin? I knew what having a full cunt felt like, but now I was getting a real cock, and it was stimulating my body like an electric current!).

"Oh yes!," I moaned, " please take me hard and fast."

I wrapped my legs behind him and pulled to encourage him to penetrate deeper into my now soaking pussy, until I felt the harsh curls of his pubic hair crushed against my clitoris. The sensation was overwhelming, nothing in my plastic and steel toy cupboard had made me feel like this. First a tingle, deep inside me, then a warm glow flooding our across my abdomen and bouncing back towards he centre of my existence. As he picked up the pace, pounding into me with an urgent, but controlled rhythm, I felt my orgasm building.

"I'm coming!" I cried out, pushing my hips up against him at every thrust. That seemed to be all he needed, and with one final ram home he gripped me tightly, shuddered and let out a long, slow breath as his hot juices pumped into me, filling my cunt, and slipping out around his slowly shrinking cock onto the not so fresh linen sheets.

Slowly, we both came down from the high, and relaxed, him still lying on top of me, like a dead weight, making me feel safe and cared for. I relaxed my hand, only then realising how much my fingernails had been biting into his butt-cheeks.

"Sorry." I said, but he just buried his faced into mine and gave me a soft lingering kiss that seemed to last long after we both should have passed out from lack of oxygen.

Eventually, he lifted his head and slipped sideways from my body, letting his hand trail across my breasts, down over my stomach and brushing lightly across my swollen mound. A single fingertip moved over my clitoris and sent a fresh sockwave of feeling through me.

"Ooohh!", I cried, before subsiding into a murmur of pleasure. I reach out to return the compliment, and found his softening cock still twitching as if his orgasm had not finished and I realised that, though I was sure this was not his first time, it must have been a long awaited and much needed release for him. I was glad that I had given my virginity to a man who could appreciate the gift.

He stayed with me for the rest of that night, and we made love again, but slower, with less urgency, relishing the subtle sensations that only two blind people can share, uncluttered by sight and the ready judgements that seem to dog the lives of my sighed friends. As our hands and mouths explored each other, producing sensations of purest ecstacy, we learned to appreciated the senses we have.

Since then, I have had a few sighted lovers, but none who could match the sensuousness of my first real 'blind date'!