Blind Reader Wanted

Kit returned to the room and sat down. I waited for an explanation the way a normal person would offer, but nothing was forthcoming.

“Oolong,” I said.

“What?” he barked.

“Oolong tea. That’s what I’d prefer.”

“Okay.”

I slipped my fingertips over my watch. How surprising. I’d already been in his house for twenty minutes. It was enough for one day. I placed my hands on the armchair rests and stood up. I heard him move. He moved swiftly, quietly. Like a man who had been trained in the art of fighting. “Thank you for meeting with me.”

“You’re … you’re not going to read today?”

I smiled. “You seem to be rather distracted and angry about something today. If you still want me to read to you, pick me up from the library on Friday.”

Instinctively, I sensed his confusion. “Have I upset you? I don’t get too many visitors so I’m a bit rough around the edges, but I mean you no harm,” he explained.

“You’ve not upset me, Mr. Carson. I’m looking forward to Friday.”

I took a step in the direction of the door, and he scrambled to get there before I did so he could open it for me. What a surprise – there was a gentleman underneath all that bluster and bluff. I paused at the threshold.

“You will let me look at you some day, won’t you?”

“What?”

“With my hands.” The idea intoxicated me. The pull from his body was so powerful the tiny hairs on my hands stood to attention.

“I have scars,” he muttered.

“I know,” I whispered. “Scars are not ugly to me. They are just shapes.”

“Uh.”

“So will you? Let me see you.”

“Yes,” his voice was husky.

“Until Friday,” I said solemnly.

“Until tomorrow,” he responded.

Then I turned away and made my way down the porch steps. Carefully, navigating my way down the driveway, I reached the car without incident, opened the passenger door and slipped inside. Before I could close the door Elaine pounced on me. “What happened in there? What took you so long?”

“Close that fly-attracting mouth of yours, Elaine. I’ve only been twenty minutes,” I said, pulling at the seatbelt.

She snapped her mouth shut. “Well, it feels more like an hour. I was just about to break his door down to rescue you.”

I laughed at the idea of I’ll-wait-outside-for-you-Elaine breaking down Kit’s door to rescue me. I loved her to death, but Elaine must be one of the biggest cowards on God’s earth.

“Well?” she prompted.

“He was actually rather fascinating,” I said with a smile.

“Start right from the very beginning and don’t leave a single thing out,” she ordered as she reversed the car. And she made me spit out every detail too, as she drove us back to a life that wasn’t nearly as complicated or wonderful as the one being lived at Kit Carson’s abode.

Eleven

Kit

My heart was hammering as if it was about to fucking explode, and my dick was rock hard and pressing painfully against the zipper of my jeans. It felt as if all the blood in my body had rushed into my damn dick!

I was aching for her.

Never did a woman dressed in winter garb have such a devastating effect on me. My mind was racing with all kinds of thoughts. Not just any thoughts, but the kind of filthy fantasies I hadn't entertained since was a horny teenager.

I fucking lift her skirt.

She moans.

She’s not wearing underwear.

I fucking spread her legs wide.

Yes, yes, she groans as my dick plunges into her wet pussy over and over again.

“Harder, Kit. Harder,” she begs.

Oh, fuck it. What the hell? I wasn’t going to walk around all day with this damn hard on. I found myself bounding upstairs to the bedroom. I sat on the bed, pulled my jeans down to my knees, and freed my cock. It sprung up like a Jack-in-the-Box. I lay back, closed my eyes, and visualized Lara naked. Not a stitch on that beautiful body. She spread her legs and showed me her little cunt, decorated with soft blonde curls. It was so pretty I wanted to eat it.

“Let me suck you,” she said, and opened her mouth.

I spat on my palm, gripped my shaft firmly, and began to stroke my hard cock.

I fed my cock to her hot, wet mouth. She took it greedily and moaned.

“Take me deeper,” I ordered. Immediately, she deep-throated me, taking me all the way down her throat. I was twisting and excitedly fucking her mouth. Jesus, it felt so fucking awesome. I'd almost forgotten what a warm, soft, and eager mouth could do to a fully loaded cock in need of satisfaction.

I stroked the entire length of my shaft faster and faster. Pre-cum dripped from my engorged cock.

I leaned forward so I could suck on her deliciously rosy nipples.

“Are you going to fuck my tight pussy?” she asked.

“Oh, yes, sweet pea, I sure am”

I pulled out of her mouth and lay her face down on the bed. Her ass was in the air and her pussy peeked through. All and wet and begging for it. I plunged my bare cock into all that pinkness.

“Oh! fuck, Lara,” I groaned, as my legs stiffened.

The build-up felt like flood water bursting through a dam. Nothing could contain it. Nothing. I exploded, shooting my hot load like a fountain into the air and covering my hands in a sticky mess. It had been so long since I'd cum like that.

My heart was hammering away, and my cock was still hard for her. I just lay and knew: This woman was going to be the death of me.

Twelve

Lara

My favorite book lay open in front of me, and my fingers moved steadily over the raised dots, but I read nothing. I checked my watch face for the fifth time. He still had five minutes before our appointed time to meet arrived.

I was sitting on a seat very close to the large windows facing west because it didn’t manage to filter out all the sounds from the car park. I sighed and returned my fingers to the dots.

Two minutes later I heard the engine of an old truck stop outside. My heart started pounding. I placed my hands on my lap and listened carefully.

Old vehicles have an interesting sound, unhampered by computers or gadgets. An ancient vehicle that has been very well-maintained has an even more unique sound, somewhere between a roar and a purr. There is a solidness to it that fulfills the old saying: ‘They don’t make ‘em like they used to.’

Kit’s truck had that sound.

It was obviously very old, but lovingly cared for. A fact that didn’t surprise me in the least. An old truck with a well-maintained engine seemed a perfect fit for what I knew about him so far.

What did surprise me was how different he was than during our first meeting.

“Hello, Lara,” he said formally from a few feet away.

“Howdy doody to you too, Mr. Carson,” I said with a grin.

“Shall we go?” I think I threw him some, but his voice was softer and friendly.

“Absolutely,” I said, closing my book with a snap and standing up. “I’m always glad when I get to stop pretending to read.”

He chuckled, the sound coming from deep within his chest.

The air around me moved as he turned.

“Do you say everything that comes into your head?” he asked as we walked towards the front door.

Our steps echoed in the empty space. “Mostly. Why?”

“Most people filter out the things that they think might embarrass themselves or others.”

“Oh, I do too. You have no idea what I really thought when I first met you.”

“See what I mean?”

“No, that doesn’t count,” I argued. “It would have if I’d actually told you what I was thinking.”

He laughed again and held open the door.

“Good day, Hannah,” I called out as we walked out into the freezing cold.