We arrive right on time. The hostess welcomes us and escorts us inside as the valet drives off in our vehicle. She leads us into the private waiting area and offers us drinks. After pouring the drinks, she explains that our driver will arrive shortly and then excuses herself. Just as we finish our drinks, the limo arrives at the dimly lit rear entrance. Our journey into the dark, mysterious world of blind eroticism has begun.
The windows of the limo are dark, so dark that we cannot see out, nor can we see the driver. We are not supposed to know the location of our destination. From the amount of turns made, it seems as though the driver is not taking a direct route. After another round of drinks, we finally come to a stop. The door opens, seemingly by itself. The area outside of the limo is darkened, a path lined by a faint blue glow leads to an open door.
As we make our way through the doorway, we can see that the illuminated path continues. We follow the path down an otherwise unlit hallway and thru another open door into a room. We enter the room and the door closes behind us. A soft light begins a slow, subtle illumination of the room, just enough light to make out the surroundings. There is another door on the opposite wall. A neoclassical divan is on one side of the room, a dressing area with closet on the other, and a bar is adjacent to the far door. The same type of drinks we had at the arrival station are already prepared and waiting for us on the bar.
I bring the drinks over to a low table in front of the divan and sit next to Marie. She looks wonderful sitting here. Before we venture in, I want to take in her entire beauty, as if I making a mental note for later. Her one hundred sixty pounds is distributed exquisitely over her six-foot frame. Jet black, curly hair provides the perfect frame for her large dark eyes. As beautiful as they are, both are mere accents to her captivating smile.
After we finish the drinks, we smile at each other in anticipation. I rise and begin to remove my clothes, starting with my jacket and tie. Marie rushes to me and says, "Please, let me."
I unbutton his shirt and peel it back over his shoulders slowly. As the departing material reveals skin, my lips welcome it delicately. As I stare directly into his eyes, my hands deftly unbuckle and unzip his trousers, letting them fall to the floor about his ankles. I slip my fingers gracefully into the band of his shorts and trace around to the back. Prying them off and down his legs is hindered only by his rigid cock. I bend to assist while he steps out of the pile of clothing at his feet, deviously avoiding any touching of his cock the entire time.
She turns around and whispers "Unzip me." I reach out and gently pull the zipper the short distance from her lower back to the middle of her shapely ass. The backless black evening dress drops easily from her as I nudge the straps off her shoulders. She is wearing neither bra nor panties. As she turns to face me, her perfectly shaped breasts proudly present stiffened nipples. It took a conscious effort to follow her lead and not let myself touch them. Soon enough we will be satisfying our desires.
She stands there completely nude except for the diamond ankle bracelet that she "earned" from me in Belgium. The faint blue glow of the solitary light source illuminates her bodily sensuously. If we stay here and make love all night, I could be a happy man. But this has been a dream of hers, and through much effort and money, I have arranged a membership. We have been through the orientation and are about to embark on our first participation in an actual session.
I ask Marie if she is ready, and she smiles me a "Yes." We pick up our custom fitted earpieces from the bar and put them in, one in each ear as labeled: left and right. Immediately, a vacuum sound, with a slight pain and tingle indicate that the earpieces have attached themselves correctly. A quick test is successful: we are online with Aphrodite, our electronic host and guide. I tell Aphrodite that we are ready and the far door opens. Once we pass through, the door closes again, leaving us in complete darkness.
From this point on, we will have virtually no visual input. Our other senses, particularly sound and touch, will be depended upon to guide us. The lack of sight not only provides a level of anonymity, it also calls upon the other senses to become heightened. Aphrodite's hi-tech audio allows us to function with the sudden loss of sight.
We quickly adjust to Aphrodite. She provides audio instructions, directions, personal messages, and music. In fact, the only audio we receive is through Aphrodite's sound system. In return, Aphrodite can hear us, as well as monitor our biometrics, such as heart rate and temperature. She also knows exactly where we are at all times, and our exact orientation.
Marie and I chat as we proceed down the hallway before us. The feel of the floor on our bare feet coordinates with audio feedback from Aphrodite to guide us about. As we enter near the main hub, I recall the layout. The hallway we enter through ends at a circular hallway known as the roundabout, reminiscent of European traffic circles with its one-way traffic. Inside of the roundabout is the water room. Outward from the roundabout are various rooms. Each provides a different experience and only certain activities are allowed in some. Each room is ovoid, with one entrance. Inside, the rooms vary, depending on the theme for that room.
Aphrodite suggests we start with the game room as a good way to be acclimated. We agree and ask her to guide us there. As we enter, she tells us that there is a game for couples being organized on the far side. We indicate our interest and permit her to include us in that audio channel. A new voice, a man, welcomes us and introduces the participants. When he has finished, we are asked to introduce ourselves using our pseudonyms: real names are not encouraged. The game begins.
The object of this game is to identify your partner. All of the women are lined up side by side, and, starting at one end, each man is to feel his way from one woman to the next. The woman's body can only be touched between the shoulders and the knees. When the game commences, each man is aligned to the front of a female, who he proceeds to feel for twenty seconds. At the sound of a tone, he must move on to the next female to the right. When the end of the line is reached, he is to move behind the female and work his way back through the line. The men are responsible to count positions and keep track of their choice.
At the start tone, I reach gently forward, searching for a body. When I find her, I start to caress her body, quickly locating tits. They are firm, but not as large as Marie's. The nipples are sticking out quite far, and I give them a tweak. I move my hands down her sides and along her hips. Bending down slightly, I slide my hands around the back to her ass. Like her tits, it is small and firm. Suddenly I am reminded of how short twenty seconds is.
As I move to my right and begin to grope for the next girl, I detect the strong smell of cinnamon. It is being blown on us from above to hinder the use of smell to identify the partner. With this girl, I try not to spend too much time in one spot. A quick check of the tits reveals that they are about the right size, but a little too saggy. They are nice and full, just the kind you could play with for hours. I don't have that long, but I do use the time I have on them, forgoing the rest of her body.
The next woman has very small breasts with very sensitive nipples. They are a bit slippery. I give them a squeeze between my thumb and finger, then move around to check out her ass. Squeezing a cheek with one hand, I run my finger down her crack with the other. I locate her assbud and probe it a bit. The tone moves me on. I decide that I will focus on the asses, thinking that tits may be better explored from behind.
This chick has oil on her body. This is evidently not the first room she has visited. I go directly for the ass, oil and all. It has good shape and tone. As I rub the oil into her cheeks, she pushes back. My finger finds its way to the crack and runs the oil up and down its length. This isn't Marie, but I wouldn't mind spending more time with her oily ass.
At the tone, it takes me a moment to realize that I was at the end of the line, and need to work back. I feel robbed, wasting time feeling the air, but I quickly decide that it's the same girl again, anyway. I grab quickly for her tits. They are quite large, much larger than Marie's, and quite firm. As I am holding her tits, I get an urge to slide my rock hard cock into her oily ass. I tell Aphrodite to tag this girl for me; I want to get back to her later.
As I approach the next girl, I try to remember where I was and where I had started. I know this one isn't Marie, but when I do find her, I will need to be able to determine where she is in line. My hands reach around to her pussy, which already seems to be oily. Of course: I am not the first one here. Each guy in line has transferred oil from the last girl. Thinking about how many fingers she's had feeling her cunt, it suddenly occurs to me that Marie has been getting groped and poked and prodded, just as the girls that I have visited. She must be ready to explode. I give her a quick rub of the clit and move on.
After a few more women, I feel a set of tits that is very familiar. I have found her. My hand moves quickly down to her cunt, almost as if I expect to find a set of fingerprints. She is definitely wet and worked up. I am tempted to pull her out of the line and fuck her right here. But I compose myself and move on, noting her position. As it turns out, she is the other end of the line, so I get her again right away. I put my hands on her ass and massage vigorously. At the tone, I reach up and pinch her nipples sharply: it's not as if she knows it's me.
A couple of turns later the game ends. It's not surprising that everyone has guessed correctly. Each woman was so different that you would need to be a complete moron not to get it right. It was fun nonetheless. It's one of those times where the journey is more important than the destination.
Anton instructs Aphrodite to isolate our audio. As the noise of the party subsides, I grab for him, almost shaking.
"Fuck me now," I say.
"If you can find me," he says playfully.
He moves away from me and isolates his audio. Bastard.
It takes me a moment to orient myself, and I make my way through to the roundabout, waiting for Anton. I ask Aphrodite to locate him for me, but she offers no help. As I contemplate my next move, Anton's voice is suddenly in my ear teasing.
