Love In The Dark Pt 02

Thank you for reading my story, I hope that you enjoy it. Love Mica xx, Yorkshire England.

Please note that I am a British female, and I write in British English and vernacular, so for me a fanny is the correct term for female genitalia, a pussy is a pet cat, and the ass is a bum or arse.

I apologise for any typo errors in my story - I edit these myself, and I'm not perfect...

The doorbell rang and the door opened, "Only us" Mum called.

"I'm just getting dressed, I will be down in a minute," I called back.

I didn't bother with a bra, being an A cup and a half, I didn't really need one, certainly not around the house anyway. A pair of random knickers from my underwear drawer and a thin strapped sundress. The weather was in the twenties, that would be fine.

I walked slowly downstairs, I never hurried on the stairs, never ever, I couldn't see where I was going and a misstep could be, well, could be fatal. I went into the kitchen, I could hear that Mum was making tea, I guess in her eyes it was too late in the day to make coffee.

I felt arms around me and smelled my Dad. "Good morning love," he said.

I squeezed back and then stepped back slightly; I didn't want to speak into his face.

"Good morning, Dad, Good morning, Mum," I said and then put my hands to one side and found one of my chairs, I sat down and relaxed. I couldn't trip over anything whilst I was sat down. As good as my parents are, and they really are, Mum has been known to just put her bag down on the floor when she arrives. Trip hazard or what!

"Where shall we sit love?" Mum asked.

"Let's just sit in the garden, it's a nice day, Dad can put the chairs out and we can enjoy the nice weather."

"Good idea," Dad said, and I heard him open the back door and go out.

"Your father is worried," Mum said, "he insisted we came and talked with you."

"Well, I suppose it comes with the territory, Dad of a visually challenged girl, come on, let's go and let him ease his mind."

We went out to the garden, Mum carrying a tray with the Teas on and some biscuits. I had no idea what biscuits she had picked, I was hoping that they were oaties, they were my absolute favourites.

"Over here," Dad said, giving me an audible clue to where he had set the chairs up.

"Okay, just there," Dad said, "there is a chair right behind you."

I turned around and felt about with my hands, yes, a chair armrest. I manoeuvred myself and sat down.

"Your tea is on a table to your left Florence," Mum said.

"Thank you, I will just let it cool a bit." I replied and tried to relax into the chair, knowing that I was about to get the third degree.

"This chap," Dad said, "what do you know about him?"

"Well, Dad," I said, "he is caring and kind."

"Okay, but was he caring and kind just to get into your knickers?"

Golly pixies Dad, way to go straight for the jugular. "I don't think so, and anyway, that side was probably as much me as him."

"What does he do for a living?"

"He runs a small consultancy doing work for large corporations and Government agencies. He has to sign Non Disclosures, or something like that, I may not have remembered the name properly, and so he can't tell me the details."

"That could just be an excuse love."

"Just an excuse Dad? Yes, it could, but what would be the point? He obviously has some money, is not interested in whether I do or don't, and I could tell from his demeanour that he was not holding things back. I may not be able to see his body language, but I can feel his pulse, I can sense his stance, I can detect his aromas his pheromones, everything told me he was being honest with me, and everything told me that he enjoyed my company."

"And you slept with him?"

"There wasn't any sleeping involved Dad."

"You know what I mean Florence."

"Yes Dad, I had sex with him, and he had sex with me, and it was absolutely fantastic, and I fully intend to do it again, and no I am not going to describe what happened. I am sure that you and Mum are aware of the mechanics involved far more than I am. Suffice to say, I experienced extreme pleasure."

I heard Dad cough, and I smiled inwardly, sex is sex; Gil and I fucked and sucked, and I was in no way going to describe that to my Dad, he could use his own imagination, I was not going to draw him pictures.

"Are you going to see him again?" Dad asked, a small croak in his voice, embarrassed at saying 'see' more than anything else. I am not fragile, I can cope with unintentional slips of the tongue, and anyway, asking if I was going to 'feel' him again could have sounded much worse.

"Yes, of course I am, assuming he wants to that is."

"Well, just be careful."

"Dad, Mum tracks my every move, she knows where I am even when I don't. He knows that, I explained that to him, he is not a stupid man."

"That wasn't quite what I meant by being careful."

"Yes, I know what you meant Dad, and I had already seen to that at the doctors."

"Okay already, I worry okay, and it is not because you can't see, it is because you are my daughter."

"Yes Dad, I know, but you and Mum brought me up properly. I am twenty now, I need to make my own way in the world, and yes, it is scary at times, but I have to be able to do it, you guys won't be around for ever, that is one reason I wanted to get my own place."

"Okay, well, don't write us off too soon."

I laughed, "Golly no, I won't."

I was in someways lucky. I had a large insurance payout after the accident and it stayed in the bank and investments and it more than covered the cost of my house and left me a sizeable amount for living expenses, I was fine, I didn't need to think about work, not that I was sure what I could do, I couldn't really think of a job that didn't need the use of my eyes. So, I didn't worry about it.

We chatted, drank tea, drank more tea, spoke about all kinds of things, all kinds of things except my boyfriend and then eventually Mum and Dad went. I stood at the kitchen sink and washed the mugs we had used for our teas and left them on the draining board to dry. My phone rang, it was Gil.

"Hello," I said, "I hope that you are a mysterious stranger wanting to seduce me."

He laughed down the phone, "and if I am not?"

"Well, at least my Dad will be happy, he is worried."

"Of course he is, he is your Dad, that is pretty much a requirement where daughters are concerned."

"I suppose so."

"Anyway, that is not why I rang. I have a free day tomorrow."

"That's nice. Good for you," I said with a smile in my voice.

"Looks like the weather will be nice."

"That's nice, I might sit in my garden."

"Oh."

"Oh?"

"Well, I kind of hoped that you might consider coming out for a picnic with me."

"Well, I couldn't consider it, because you didn't ask me."

"Well, will you?"

"Will I what?"

"Consider coming out for a picnic with me tomorrow?"

"Are you asking me?"

"Yes."

"Yes."

"What you will?"

"I will consider it."

"Are you always this contrary?"

"Am I being contrary? Am I really?"

"I would say so, yes."

"And do you want someone who you have described as contrary to accompany you on an outdoor dining experience?"

"Yes, I do."

"Okay. I have considered it."

"And?"

"I shall kindly accept your invitation."

"Crumbs that took some doing."

"What did?"

"Getting a yes to a picnic."

"Oh, okay. So, what are we having on the picnic and where are we going?"

"You will find out the answers to those questions tomorrow."

"What should I wear?"

"The weather is forecast to be warm and dry. I shall take some pakamacs in case it rains. We will be walking in the countryside, so appropriate footwear, I suggest not flip flops. I am no expert on women's clothing, but I suggest a dress might keep you cooler than jeans for example."

"Okay, right then, and what time will my chauffeur arrive?"

"Do you have a dot on your front drive?"

"Not that I could have seen." I had no idea what he was talking about.

"Well, we will assume that you do, the driver will be there at nine thirty on the dot. It is about a forty-five-minute drive to our destination."

"You are a nitwit," I said doing my best not to laugh at his humour. I think I failed a little.

When we had finished talking, which somehow lasted a good twenty minutes, I phoned Mum.

"I am going out for a picnic tomorrow," I said.

"That's nice," Mum said, "where to?"

"I have no idea, you will have a better idea than me with your stalker tracking software that you have. If you could get a tracker inserted in my body, I am sure that you would."

"Of course dear, that should go without saying. Do you want me to come round in the morning and help you get ready?"

"No Mum, I am more prepared now, I know what to wear, and I know where everything is, so I shall be fine. I am just keeping you informed, Dad will, of course, worry."

"Only if I tell him love, only if I tell him."

The rest of the day went quietly. I sat in the garden and listened to my birds. I think bird four was ducks flying overhead, but which of the many types of duck I didn't know, I also didn't know if different types of duck made different calls. So, I just called the sounds Bird Four. There were a number of blackbirds flying around, formerly Bird Two, I could hear them calling from different directions. I didn't have any new calls today, so I was still at a total of twelve birds, ten of which were unnamed.

I got up early in the morning and showered, washing everywhere at least twice, and then standing in my bathroom I gently padded myself dry with my towel. I put my lightweight silk summer robe on, just in case I had to answer the door, I planned to get dressed later, and I put some bread in my toaster and boiled the kettle to make coffee.

I realised that my butter was almost out, so, "hey Siri add butter to Mum's List." Mum could access the list online and I added shopping that I needed to that and when she knew she was coming over, she checked the list and called in to buy it on the way. She had a debit card on my account, and she always told me exactly how much she had spent, that way I always knew how much money I had.

Coffee made and toast buttered, I sat in the lounge and had my breakfast. I had no idea where Gil was taking me, and so there was little point in speculating. It was a country walk of sorts, but where? We were surrounded by wonderful countryside here in Yorkshire, we had already done a riverside walk, so I guessed it would be something different, but I had no idea what.

I went and put my plate and mug in the sink to wash later and as it was eight forty-five, I went up to get dressed. I would wear a bra I decided, but just a soft bra, mostly to stop the nipples that I couldn't see putting in an appearance for other people to see. Knickers were boy shorts again, and then the sundress I wore yesterday. Perfect. I put on a pair of lace up flat walking shoes that I had.

I added a couple of extra tampons to my handbag, well, you know, they are very good at mopping up all kinds of fluids, not just the red kind. I went around the house closing and locking the windows and then the back door, locked and extra bolted. I was ready. I opened the front door and heard him arrive. I grabbed my stick, my handbag and shut and locked the door behind me.

"Well now beautiful lady," Gil said as he walked to me, grabbed me and squeezed my tight before giving me a massive kiss.

"What about the neighbours," I gasped when he finally let go.

"Oh, okay, you wait here and I will pop round and kiss them."

"Idiot, you know what I mean. Now then, look at me and tell me if my clothing is suitable."

"Florence you are perfectly attired. And I am so proud that you will be walking with me today."

"Where are we going."

"Somewhere that I hope you will appreciate."

"Well yes, but where?"

"Come on, let's get you in the car. Picnic is in a backpack, I will sling it on when we are parked up."

So, he was giving nothing away darn him. I got in the car and fiddled with the seat belt, doing it up as he was shouting 'elbows' and closing the car door. I heard him walk around the car and then get into the drivers seat and start the car.

And we were off, the Satnav giving him directions and it didn't seem long before we were joining the motorway. I wasn't keen on motorways, they were very fast and I couldn't keep my sense of direction like I could on the smaller and slower roads in towns.

"Tell me," I said, "or I shall refuse to get out of the car."

"Well, I hope you had a good breakfast, because when we get there, the packed lunch is coming with me, so if you stay in the car you will get hungry."

"Beast," I said, "you are a beast being beastly."

He laughed. "I will explain it all when we get there, okay? Now just sit back and enjoy the ride."

I shut up and listened. I could hear the different types of vehicle as we went past, but of course had no idea what they looked like. Some were great big and long, lorries delivering stuff, most were cars, and some fell in-between the two, vans or smaller lorries I decided. I was very sure that they were different to the vehicles I could see when I was not blind, but as to how different, I had no idea. I might get Gil to describe them to me as we went past them on the way home.

We came off the motorway and then the car was slower, and I had more of an idea of directions, although of course I had lost my bearings when we got on the motorway. Pretty soon we slowed right down, made a sharp turning to our right, drove down a twisty road and then some manoeuvring, and stopped, I guess that we were in a car park.

Gil got out and then my door opened and he helped me get out of the car. As I stood by the side of the car I felt him close to me. His lips touched mine and then we kissed.

"We are alone in the car park," he said between kisses, his hand just under my right boob. "So you don't have to worry about people watching me kiss you."

"There is a distinct lack of fondling occurring," I said as I gripped his dick through his trousers. Unsurprisingly, his dick got quite hard in my grip, I smiled, I liked that I had that effect.

"There will be plenty later when we go somewhere a little more private. Now then, we are going for a walk, and we will come across sculptures which you will be able to fondle, how does that sound?"

Sculptures that I could fondle. That sounded rather fabulous, there weren't many of those that I had encountered. I heard him open the boot of the car, and then there was the swish sounds as I presumed he put a backpack onto his back, boot closed, the beep as he locked the car and then he took my hand.

"I am not even sure how I am here," he said.

"Oh, why is that?"

"Because I wasn't sure that I would survive the night without you."

"Silly sod," I said laughing.

At first we were walking on grass, it was quite soft under foot, and then he steered me to one side and we were standing on what I think was chopped up bark. My toes hit a hard thing.

"Okay, here we are the first sculpture, tell me what you think. It is in front of you."

I swung my stick and stepped forward, yes, there it was. I put my stick to one side hanging by its strap from my wrist, and put my hands out to feel it. The hard thing I felt with my toes was its stand. Big, bigger than me. Rounded stomach, rough texture, two legs, two arms. I couldn't reach all the way up.

"It feels like a figure, a man perhaps."

"Use your stick, to feel the parts that you cannot reach with your hands." Gil said.

I stepped back a little and traced around the figure. Oh. I could see it in my minds eye now.

"A rabbit, a huge rabbit."

"Yes. It is rather cool I think."

"Yes, indeed, is it the Rabbit from Alice?"

"I don't know, there isn't a plaque, it is just a big rabbit. But I think it is cool, do you want to fondle the rabbit some more, or shall we walk on, or would you like to sit on the grass for a while?"

"Let's sit for a while, I can use your lap as a pillow for my head."

"Oh, I see, I am a pillow now am I?"

"I guess it depends how lumpy you are."

I heard him sit down and I bent to my knees and used my hands to find him, I then turned and lay so that my head was on his lap.

"So," I said, "why here?"

"Well, I wanted to find somewhere that you might enjoy, magnificent vistas and rolling countryside is possibly not your thing, so put my thinking cap on and came up with this. If you have any better ideas for next time, please share them, because I have pretty much exhausted my ideas."

"Oh no, this is great, I never knew places like this existed, I think it is fabulous. You know, I could just go to sleep here, I just hope my dress isn't getting dirty."

"You could always take it off, it wouldn't get dirty then."

"Ha, you wish, all you want to do is see my knickers."

"I am sure that they are delightful knickers."

"I am sure that they are." I closed my eyes, yes, I know I don't use them, but it is still relaxing to close them.

I felt something tickle my cheek, I wasn't sure what it was and then I realised it was a blade of grass.

"Bird number three," I said pointing to my left.

"Song Thrush," Gil said. "A little bigger than the blackbird, and has a mottled breast, actually, more spotted than mottled. Reddish legs, and it looks like it is wearing a grey capped hat."

I loved the way he described things, I could build a picture in my mind's eye. "Thank you," I said.

"They are on the endangered list, and we are lucky to encounter one." Clever choice of words I thought.

"Oh, okay, I didn't know that Bird four was endangered."

"I think most birds are, there was a time when you were deafened by the morning chorus, now you hardly hear it."

"I wonder why that is."

"It is the use of pesticides, they kill the insects that the birds eat."

"Oh. Okay."

He started stroking my hair, his fingers acting like a comb. I hadn't put my hair into a pony tail today, it was just loose. I really began to enjoy what he was doing, my Mum had only been the other person to touch my hair, and well, I don't get this kind of squishy feeling when Mum does it. Thank goodness. I may have been murmuring sighs of pleasure, and I could feel his lap getting hard.

"Come on," I said sitting up, "laying here is not getting us closer to our lunch."

He laughed and I heard him stand up and then I felt his hand on mine, and he helped me to my feet. He took my hand and we walked on, over more grass land. We wandered on and then Gil stopped me, "here is another one for you," he said. "It is in front of you."

I waved my stick and found it. I started feeling it and then I gasped, "well, this is a man I would like to think, I seem to have a dick and balls in my hand."

"Yes, it may appear that way."

I used my stick as I had with the rabbit and found more of his shape. It began to ring bells with something we had done at school.

"That God that holds up the world," I said, "I can't remember his name."

"Atlas," Gil said.

"Is it? I don't remember, the only name that comes to mind when I visualise what I can feel is Jupiter."

"Yeah, close, wrong God though."

"You mean I am feeling a God's dick?" Well, the statue was realistic, it did have balls and a dick.

"Ha, not many girls can say that when they are on a date, that they have a God's balls in their hand."

I laughed, "I'm getting peckish," and I was, but I also wanted some serious cuddle time.

"Okay, right, come on, we'll get off the beaten path, we can go into the woods that are just down there, we can find a small clearing and we can sit and have our lunch."

He took my hand and then we headed off down a hill, and then after a while we slowed down and we were making our way through trees, the ground changed from grass to what I presumed was sticks and leaves. I was using my stick a lot and following his voice, he was saying 'left' or 'right' or 'straight on' and once he said 'duck down.' Eventually he said "This will do," and I stood and waited.