I have been blind since birth. They say that you can't miss something that you have never had, but I'm not sure that is true. With my limited capacity and enhanced senses I am a connoisseur of the female body. I love women in all their shapes and sizes. Unlike most men I do not know the difference between exceptional beauty and ugly until I touch them. Once I touch them with my very sensitive fingers I can tell. At least I can tell by my own set of standards for beauty. This makes life interesting, as there is more anticipation and fantasy about women that I meet.
There are some physical attributes that I can sense. For example I can usually determine her height if we are standing talking. By the tone and depth of her voice I can usually determine her general body shape or type. Once I touch them I can tell so much more, almost as much as a sighted person. Sometimes, just from touch of their skin I can tell their ethnic origin. You must admit that my method of discovery is more sensual and exciting the visual method. Needless to say the opportunity to discover some woman's body doesn't happen all that often, but when it does I thourghly enjoy it.
I am told that I am good looking, although I have no basis for comparison. I am told that I am tall (6'2"), medium build (195 lbs.), with an athletic frame. I work out daily to stay in shape. Unlike most blind people I some how managed to avoid picking up many of the blind mannerisms that most sight impaired individuals acquire. I think this may have added to my attractiveness. I get around well by myself and am very self-sufficient.
I am well educated with degrees in English literature and history.
My parents died in a car wreck while I was in college and left me with a trust fund that allows me to live comfortably without working. I work primarily for the mental stimulation and social interaction.
My first sexual encounter occurred late in my life by most standards. I was 20 and in college working on my undergraduate degree. I was having some difficulty with a math course that I was taking. Difficulty hell, I was failing the damn course! It is slow for me to take notes, so I record most of the lectures. Needless to say I can't see the illustration that were presented on the board, so as a result I carried more in my head than most sighted people.
My professor asked me to come by her office to discuss my performance in her class. Sue Ellen Ryes was a pleasant woman I guessed about forty. Average height, Caucasian, from the Midwest. When I arrived at her office she led me to a chair and then took a seat at her desk and shuffled some folders.
"Mr. Lewis, you seem to be having some difficulty with the material of this class. At the rate you are progressing you are not going to pass this class. What do you propose we do to correct this situation?" she asked.
"To say that I having trouble is a gross understatement. I'm just not getting it. I don't want to drop the class; I need the math credit. I think if I could get some tutoring I might make a passing grade by the end of the quarter." I replied.
"That might work. You have a lot of catching up to do to just get to an average level of performance. Not just any type of tutoring will get you there. I will have to be a tutor that understands your special needs. How hard are you willing to work to succeed here?" She inquired.
"I don't take a full load of 15 credits like most full time students. I take about 10 credits so that I have extra time to study. I have the time and I definitely have the desire, if I could get the right kind of help as you suggest I think that would help," I said.
"Ok, let me look into some tutoring for you. Come back here tomorrow afternoon and I'll see what kind of help I can find for you. See you tomorrow." And with that she dismissed me.
That night and the next day I tried to be as optimistic as I could. I was eagerly looking forward to our meeting, both to find out what she had come up with for tutoring and to be in her presence again. The smell of her lilac perfume was deeply embedded in my memory. I wanted very much to know more of what she was like.
I arrived at her office that afternoon and she admitted me and led me to the same chair facing her desk. As she led me to the chair, her touch was gentle and soft. I could tell by her feel that she was a kind and caring person, but not used to a lot of physical contact. The scent of her lilac fragrance filled my head with desire to know her more.
" I wasn't able to find any suitable tutor. So, I have decided to take you on myself and see if we can't get you through this. My only concern is your willingness to apply yourself and work at it. Are you game for it?" She inquired.
Wow, this could be good. We set up a study schedule. I was to report to her office every day, Monday through Thursday, late afternoon for a two-hour tutoring session beginning that afternoon. She showed me where the study table and chair were and she took a seat beside me and we started. It was very slow going at first. I could tell that she didn't want to push me too hard. I concentrated and forged ahead. I was sometimes distracted slightly when she would lean into me and brush her arm or breast against my arm as she was helping me. Her breasts were of average size. She didn't seem to notice that she had brushed it against me. Soon she was sitting very close to me with her thigh against mine. She felt firm and well toned. The two hours seemed to go quickly and I was making some progress. I still felt like I was in a fog with the material, but she reassured me that I was gaining some understanding.
The next day I arrived and entered her office. She was not there. I took my seat at the study table and got out my materials in preparation. She came bustling in apologizing for being late. We started in immediately. She did not sit this time, but stood instead behind or beside my chair with one had on my shoulder. When she stood beside me she rested her hip and thigh against me arm and shoulder. I can't deny that I enjoyed her touch. I could actually feel her slip and panty hose under her skirt. Once or twice she actually brushed her breast against the back of my head as she leaned over to direct my hand to some point she was trying to make. The next few study sessions went pretty much like this one. She encouraged me, telling me that I was making progress. I could also tell that I was beginning to get it. As our study sessions progressed so did the physical closeness between us.
I had a mid term coming up in her class the next week and without telling me exactly what was going to be on it she was attempting to prepare me for it. The special considerations that the college made to accommodate me was to have all my test materials printed in brail and provide a brail reader to grade them. Depending on the class I was sometimes given oral tests. This particular test was to be in brail.
At the last study session before the midterm we did a review of the material.
"I think that you are ready. You may even pass the mid term. I am impressed with your progress and your diligence." She told me.
"Thank you, I have some confidence, you may be right. I couldn't have gotten this far without your help. I do appreciate it." I thanked her.
"No more study sessions until after we get the midterm test results and we can see what we have to work on." She told me.
