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To
the Shower:
“Sounds
to me as if it’s game time again.
If you need to use the bathroom, please
do so now then come back and sit here.
I’ll be right back.”
We each go our separate ways, and when I
return she is sitting on the steps with
blindfold in hand.
I sit down beside her.
“Are
you ready?”
“Yes,”
I respond.
“Then
put this on,” she says as she hands me the
blindfold.
I cover my eyes again.
“Place
one hand on your abdomen and one on your chest.
Now, take a deep breath and notice how
your body moves as you fill your lungs with air.
Start the breath by extending your belly
and then expand your chest.
As you breathe out, empty your chest
first, then your belly.”
“Good.
Keep breathing slowly and deeply in this
manner
And now in your mind, imagine a column of
brilliant white light coming down from the
center of the universe and entering your body
through the top of your head.
See the light as billions of tiny stars
sparkling with every imaginable color.
See and feel the light as it flows down
into your heart and then radiates out from there
to fill your entire body with light.
Feel yourself being filled with that
light.
Stay with that image for a moment and
breathe deeply.”
All is quiet for a moment except for the
chirping of birds and the sound of my breath.
“And
now imagine another column of brilliant light
coming up from the center of the earth and
entering your body through your feet and through
the base of your spine. See this column of light as billions of tiny stars
sparkling brilliant red light.
See and feel the light as it flows up to
your heart and then radiates out from there to
fill your entire body with red light.
Stay with that image for a moment and
continue to breathe deeply and slowly.”
After
about a minute, she says, “Good job, Stoney.
Please remember this breathing practice
because I’m going to ask you to practice it
whenever you are sexually excited.”
“Why?”
“Not
now, Stoney.
We’ll talk about that later.”
Right now, stand up please.”
She
takes my hand and pulls me into forward motion.
Soon we are running in large clockwise
circles on the grass.
Jazbell stops quite quickly, and I almost
fall over as she spins me into a smaller circle.
We stop.
I am breathing hard.
Except for the feel of the sun on my
skin, I have no orientation of where I am.
With Jazbell still holding my hand, we
walk about 100 feet and stop.
She tells me that there are three steps
directly in front of me.
She
leads me up the steps and into what I assume is
the house, and then up a flight of stairs and
into a room.
As we enter the room, I’m led across a
hard floor and then onto a mat or rug of some
kind. I can tell from the way the sounds reflect back to me
from the walls that we are in a relatively small
room.
“Smell
this,” she says as she places a container of
something under my nose.
Three more containers are placed under my
nose and, in a process of elimination I choose
the aroma I like best.
I’m amazed at how much more perceptive
I am to sounds, smells, and physical sensations
while my eyes are on vacation behind a
sleeper’s mask.
I
hear water running and shortly I am led into a
shower of warm water, clothes and all. There are, not one, but two shower heads raining water
down onto us.
I feel Jazbell unbuttoning my shirt.
She slips it off me and I hear it plop on
the shower floor behind me.
Jazbell
turns her back to me and says, “Take off my
blouse please.”
I pull the blouse at her shoulder, but it
does not come off, so I reach around her and to
my surprise, my fingers find it fully buttoned. Even more surprising, there is now a bra underneath it.
I attempt to unbutton her blouse, but the
buttons will not release.
I hear Jazbell giggling.
She says, “OK, now what?”
I
turn her around and fumble with the buttons with
no success.
“I hope you aren’t wearing a chastity
belt,” I say.
“I
might be, so you’d better check that out.”
I lower myself to my knees, slide my
hands down her body and then up under her now
very wet skirt where I find only warm, soft
female charms, lightly covered with silk
panties.
I stay kneeling, retrieve my hands from
under her skirt reach behind her and unzip her
zipper.
Gravity immediately drags the now
waterlogged skirt to the shower floor.
I lift her feet one at a time and slide
the skirt out from underfoot.
While remaining kneeling, I return my
attention to the blouse buttons.
I pull and tug and twist, but the buttons
still won’t budge.
“This
calls for more drastic action,” I say.
In
response, I hear, “I’m sure you’ll find a
way.”
“I
already have.”
At about midway between her breasts and
her navel, I place my fingers inside the
openings between the buttons and literally tear
her blouse open.
I hear buttons popping, fabric tearing
and Jazbell laughing.
I stand up and slide the now defunct
blouse off her shoulders and send it after her
skirt.
Jazbell
turns around and snuggles her backside tight
against me.
She slides my hands up onto her breasts
and then unsnaps her bra.
I soon evict the fabric from its domain
in the space between my hands and her inviting
breasts, and then I smell the fragrance that I
had chosen earlier and feel oil as it pours over
my hands and Jazbell’s upper torso.
The stroking movements of my hands cause
the bra to catch on my fingertips.
I release my connection to her breasts
long enough to disengage the bra and send it in
search of her blouse.
As I return my attention to her body, I
feel more oil being splashed around.
I move my hands and, with amazing ease,
they gracefully slip and slide over Jazbell’s
delightfully warm, wet and willing torso. As the oil flows down over her, I slip her panties off
and spread the oil over her belly and butt.
She
turns facing me, pours oil over my chest and
shoulders, and then proceeds to rubs her body up
against me.
This, for me, is a completely new
experience.
I find the sensations not only
delightful, but also sexually arousing.
Slowly and sensually, she moves around
behind me and oils my back.
Her
hands slide over me only briefly before I feel
my belt being unbuckled, and my pants unzipped.
The pants, wet and heavy, easily fall to
the floor.
Jazbell immediately drags my underwear to
the floor.
I step out of the soggy pile and, at last
we are both completely naked together.
I feel Jazbell’s oil-covered hands pour
over my backside.
She slips around in front of me again,
pours more oil on me, and then snuggles tight
against me.
Her slippery body sliding against mine
brings me a new level of sensuality.
The combination of warm water, oil and my
delicious partner’s naked body make the
tactile sensations unbelievably pleasurable.
After
a few minutes, she again, moves around behind
me. With
her body close against my backside, her arms
reach under mine, and her hands slide lightly
over my lingam.
All too quickly her hands again glide
upward over the front of my body. She moves her hands over my belly and chest, strokes my
legs briefly, and then returns to my lingam with
freshly oiled hands.
She
has hardly begun to touch my lingam for the
second time when I am overwhelmed by a
delightful orgasm.
When
I’ve regained some of my composure, I start to
speak.
Jazbell places her hand over my mouth and
silences me.
“Stay with the feelings,” she says.
“Go back into those sensations and just
be with them.
And remember to breathe.”
She continues to hold me.
We rock lightly and the water flows on.
We stay like that for some time.
After
a while, I become aware of Jazbell humming and
feel her lips vibrating against my back. She has one arm still wrapped around me.
Her other hand is between her legs.
She is obviously stroking her yoni and is
in a very pleasant state.
I turn to face her, turn her around and
hold her backside snugly in front of me with my
arms wrapped around her.
She reaches up with her free hand and
removes the blindfold.
The other hand stays between her legs.
“Stroke me,” she says softly as she
draws my hand to her lower belly.
She guides my hand as it slides over the
mountain and into the valley below.
“Move
slowly, touch me very lightly, and do not enter
me more than a finger tip.
She holds her hand over mine and guides
my touch.
We rock together and I feel her body
shaking, moving and wiggling in my arms.
I feel her hips move forward and back
through several, slow cycles.
More shaking, more wiggling, more hip
movements, which I now notice are being matched
by her deep breathing.
We continue to rock together for quite
some time as she breathes, moves her hips, and
guides my hand in a harmonic, rhythmic dance.
Then Jazbell takes a very deep breath,
moves my hand back up onto her belly and becomes
quite still.
During all this time I do not feel her
body spasm as I would have expected of a woman
as she experiences orgasm.
After about another minute of stillness,
she breaks the cycle and turns to face me.
“How
do you feel?” she says.
“Words
can’t describe what I am now and have been
feeling.”
“Good.
Are you ready to get out of the
shower?”
“No.”
“Neither
am I. Please just hold me for a while.”
I
pull her close and wrap my arms firmly around
her.
She reciprocates and holds me tightly.
Together we drift.
For how long I float with her, I do not
know.
My mind is off sailing on a sea of
pleasantries, when a distant melody attracts my
attention.
I hear a gentle, lyrical female voice
singing,
“Thank you for sharing.
Thank you for caring.
Thank you for sharing your body with
me.”
I become aware that it is Jazbell singing, and my focus returns to intertwined
bodies and the warm water showering down on us.
The song continues, “Thank you for
sharing.
Thank you for caring.
Thank you for sharing your body with
me.”
I
join her in song and soon we are singing into
each other’s eyes.
If ever there were a shadow of a doubt
about my love for Jazbell and my commitment to
her, that doubt completely vanished in that
song. Since she requested no emotional hooks, I remain on my
best behavior to hide my true feeling from her.
Had not water been showering down all
over us, I am sure she would have seen my tears.
We
stop singing and, in silence, just hold each
other.
The look of love in her eyes is very
comforting.
I suspect she is also hiding her true
feeling from me.
“Stoney?”
“Yes.”
“Are
you ready to get out of the shower now?”
“Yes.”
She
releases me, turns the water off, opens the door
and leads me out.
She takes a towel and begins to dry me
off.
As she wipes, I hear her softly singing
again, more to herself than to me.
“Thank you for sharing.
Thank you for caring.
Thank you for sharing your body with
me.”
After a moment, she straightens up, sets
the damp towel aside and reaches for a dry
towel, which she hands to me.
“Now it’s your turn,“ she says and
stands there smiling at me.
I take the towel and guide it over her
delicious body.
I imagine that the towel is my tongue.
As I kneel before her to wipe her lower
body I again become face to face with that
forest-covered mountain of joy and the inviting
valley beneath.
I resist my temptation to bury my face in
her.
Instead, I literally give her belly a
lick and a promise, and then finish my task. As stand up, I look down and think to myself,
“Yes, I do promise to return my tongue
to that belly.”
My
fantasy is interrupted as Jazbell hands me a
relatively small, dry towel and says, “Wrap this around your waist.”
The towel has Velcro strips on two
corners which make it easy to attach the ends
together.
She wraps a similar towel around herself
with the top of the towel just above her
breasts.
We retrieve our wet clothes, wring out
the bulk of the water and take them, along with
the used towels to the laundry area where we
hang them in the sun to dry.
As
we move about, I am fascinated by the angel
before me.
I’m sure she is an angel because of the
way she is moving and wearing that towel.
The towel itself is barely large enough
to cover the essentials.
When she moves the opening in the front
of the towel parts just enough to give a view of
her neatly trimmed pubic hair, and when she
bends over, her derriere is clearly visible.
The way she is almost dancing about,
I’m well nigh sure she is an artist performing
for her enthralled audience.
I am tempted to ask her, but my inner
senses tell me that silence is called for. In spite of the fact that I have clearly seen all
that’s beneath that towel, I find my self
completely taken in and very much enjoying the
show.
End
of Chapter Twenty Six --- Seeing While Blindfolded
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