3 comments/ 30208 views/ 7 favorites Kept in the Dark By: Otazel I took over as manager of a small branch of an electrical retailer when my predecessor died of a heart attack. I'm pretty satisfied in my own mind that he worked himself to death, because although I was titled 'assistant manager' and supposed to be his deputy, he would never let me have any part in running the branch. I was kept completely in the dark, never allowed to order stock, check the till, or even open up in the morning and lock up at night. I reckoned he was frightened that I would show him up for the incompetent fool that he was and I mourned his passing for all of two seconds. Now finally, at age twenty-six, I had the chance to prove myself, but with the handicap of never having been shown how. I wasn't going to let on about that though, because the powers that be might just have decided that I wasn't ready yet and put another idiot in over me. I just had to think on my feet and basically make it up as I went along. That worked all right in the shop, but when it came to completing the week's returns for head office I was lost and eventually I had to ring for help. Fortunately, as it turned out, the area manager was out when I first rang and I ended up talking to his helpful and very understanding secretary. She and I between us managed to come up with a reasonably accurate and comprehensive picture of the previous week. I was relieved and grateful and I told her so. No problem, she told me, just ring me next week and we'll see if you've got it right before you get put through to the boss. I did as I was asked and we went through my returns together, corrected a few mistakes and pronounced ourselves satisfied. The area manager said so too, congratulating me on both the shop's performance and on a clear set of figures. I was indebted to his secretary once again, but she didn't seem to mind and I enjoyed talking to her anyway. We did the same thing for the next few weeks, even when it was clear to both of us that I knew how to do the paperwork by myself now, and we established quite a friendly rapport, engaging in chit-chat that had nothing at all to do with work. It got eventually to the stage where either I or Amy (apparently her name was actually Amelia, but she hated it in full and preferred to use a shortened version) would ring each other during slack times just for a chat. The subjects ranged far and wide but, as you might expect, we often ended up talking about sex, and these discussions sometimes got quite deep because she had a fairly open attitude to the subject and didn't seem fazed by any topic. I must admit that I enjoyed them, and so did Amy, judging by the rich, deep throated chuckle that often greeted a particularly risqué comment. One particular day I happened to tell her about a friend who had attended a party and then found his way to a bedroom where, groping around in the dark, he had encountered a girl lying on the bed, either asleep or passed out. His touch woke her up and they ended up having sex there and then, after which he fell asleep himself and she wandered off to rejoin the party. The point of the tale was that he never had discovered which girl it was he had fucked as everything happened with the lights off, and afterwards he often looked around his friends and acquaintances wondering who it was. Her answer surprised me, for she commented wryly that the only way she was likely to get laid after next week was in the dark. I had to ask why. "Because on Tuesday of next week I'm having my head shaved for charity." She told me. "And is that likely to put your husband off?" I asked innocently, knowing that she was styled as 'Mrs'. I was treated to that same rich chuckle. "No, we parted company a couple of months ago. Right now I'm single and reluctantly celibate." The phrase 'reluctantly celibate' caught my attention, but then I realised just how little I knew about her. I had no idea if she was even the sort of woman I might fancy. I didn't even know her age, if she was fat or thin, blonde or brunette, or even straight or gay. So I asked! "I'm within five years of thirty, and I'm not saying from which side, I'm straight, I'm average height, build and so on, and I'm a brunette, and that's all you're getting." She said it with such finality that I didn't push it, but it was enough to put her in the 'interesting' category. The next day we were talking again and she mentioned my party-going friend again, eventually admitting that she suspected it actually might be me. "No, I'm afraid not. I don't get that sort of luck." I told her. "So would you like the idea of screwing the arse off of someone and then never know what they looked like?" She'd seized on my offhand comment, and so I answered more carefully this time. "I think the idea is bizarrely interesting, but how could I be sure it wasn't someone like a friend's wife, or anything like that." "Yeah, me too." She said thoughtfully. "I was thinking about it last night and I got turned on by the whole idea. But I have the same reservations. I'd hate to think I might have just fucked my brother." She changed the subject. "But, more importantly, are you going to sponsor me for my head shave?" "Yes, why not! What charity is it for?" "It's for a local hospice for children with leukaemia. I figured that they all end up bald from their treatment, so why shouldn't I? That's got to be worth a few quid, hasn't it?" It was definitely a good cause, so I promised fifty pounds if she went through with it, as I knew she would, and the conversation ended not long after. It was a few days later when the subject of sex with an unseen partner was brought up again, and not by me I hasten to add. "You know something?" She asked rhetorically. "I've been thinking about your friend again." I knew instantly which friend she meant, and exactly what she was thinking about. It seemed that the idea was beginning to take root. "I've figured out how to have sex with someone in comfort and still not see them or have them see me." "Oh yes?" I asked, waiting for her to enlighten me. "I think that if I blacked out my bedroom window and then got into bed and left the front door unlocked, my invisible partner could come in and, as long as he switched the stairs lights out before opening my bedroom door, he could get in and service me without us ever seeing each other. What do you think?" "Are you talking hypothetically, or are you serious?" There was quite a pause; so long in fact that I knew what the answer would be before it eventually came. "I'm being serious." I couldn't help but wonder why she had suddenly developed this urge to make love to an unseen partner. I wondered fleetingly if she were in fact blind, but then I remembered her speaking of her computer screen, then I wondered if she might be scarred, but that didn't make sense if she didn't want to see them either. In fact it didn't seem to make a lot of sense at all, and the whole thing sounded a little bit risky to me. "And where will you find someone you've never met, but who you can trust enough to let them into your home and into your bed and not worry about it?" "I've already thought about that, and I know just the person." "Oh yes. Who?" There was another long pause and this time the answer had just come to me when she spoke again. "You!" Now the long pause was from my side of the conversation. "You want me to creep into your bedroom and make love to you, and then go away again without ever seeing me?" "Yes." Another year long pause. I'd spoken to her and knew her as a nice person, but I'd no idea if she was good to look at, although her brief self description was promising. But it was the idea that every stranger I met from then on could be a woman I'd fucked that really appealed. I was tempted, very tempted. Suddenly I understood her curiosity. It wasn't just the sex at the time, but the aftermath, the not knowing if you'd ever meet your lover, or if you might both share a park bench not knowing that you'd also shared a bed. "Will you? Please? I know it's weird, but the idea has really got to me and you're the only invisible friend I've got that I could trust." All at once I knew what the answer should be -- my cock was already giving its verdict by uncoiling inside my pants. "Yes." Then I suddenly remembered how far away the head office actually was. "So long as you don't commute to work from the other side of the country." She chuckled that rich sexy chuckle again. "No, I live a lot nearer to you than you think. I checked." She told me where she lived, and she was right. She lived no more than thirty miles away, in fact she lived closer to me than to her office. Now, I shan't bore you with the arrangements we made, because in the end it all boiled down to us agreeing to meet on Wednesday evening of the following week. One day after she had her head shaved, and I must admit that for some reason the idea of bedding a bald woman added to the spice. I did ask her if she wanted to put any limits on what we did together. That's easy, she told me, I'll say yes if I like it and no if I don't. If only everything were that simple. The appointed evening eventually came, taking about three weeks to arrive or so it seemed to me, and I pulled up outside a very expensive bungalow that carried the address I was looking for. Actually, it's a good job she'd told me about a particular tree in her neighbours garden, or I might not have believed I'd found the right address. She obviously had more money than I did. The key was where she said it would be and I let myself in and locked the door, putting the key into the prearranged dish on the hall table. Now I stood in a stranger's hall, still not totally convinced that I'd got the right house and still not absolutely certain that I wasn't being set up in some way. Would I find all the bedrooms empty, would I get arrested as a burglar, or would my own place have been robbed when I got back? Yes, I know it's not nice, but it's the sort of thing that goes through your mind when you can't quite believe your luck. You know the old saying, 'if something sounds too good to be true, it probably is'. Well, being invited to go and have sex with a total stranger with no questions asked does sound too good to be true, doesn't it, so I stood there wondering what to do next. In the end I decided that having come this far I had to go through with it, so I looked around, took my bearings and headed for the door that I'd been promised would lead to her bedroom. The light switch for the hall was a couple of yards or so along the wall, so I switched it off and stood in total darkness for a minute or so while my eyes adjusted. Then I slid along the wall, found the handle to the bedroom door, counted ten and opened it. I closed the bedroom door behind me, leaving myself in the dark again. Now, if I'd thought that the hall was total darkness then in this room the darkness was absolute, there wasn't the slightest suggestion of grey in any of the black, not the first hint of anything except stygian blackness. That, above anything else, convinced me that I was in the right place. I mean, normal curtains just aren't that efficient. I stood motionless in the dark and listened, trying to pick out the sound of any movement or another person breathing in the gloom. My own breathing sounded loud in my ears and I thought I could, just possibly, hear quiet exhalations a little to my right. "Amy?" I tried just to speak softly, but my voice came out as a petrified squeak. There was a quiet but unmistakable chuckle in the dark. "Yeah honey, you're in the right place." Her voice sounded huskier and even richer than it did on the 'phone. "Now get those clothes off and come here." I put out my hands and cautiously felt my way through the room looking for an invisible bed. I was still a little wary and wanted to make sure I wasn't going to be the only naked person around before I stripped off. Of course, even though my hands were outstretched and waving side to side and up and down, it was my shin that found the bed first and so my first spoken word after calling out her name was a stifled 'shit'. The chuckle came again, closer this time. I crouched down and felt out with my hands, finding the side of what I took to be a pillow with one and definitely the edge of a duvet with the other. I ran them along, back and forth, trying to orientate myself to the bed, then having done that I took my life in my hands and inserted one hand under the duvet and into the warmth of an occupied bed. Gingerly I moved my hand around, exploring the space with my fingertips until I encountered warm, soft, female skin. God, even though I was looking for it, expecting it even, to come across the naked flesh of someone you've never met before like that gives a jolt like you wouldn't believe. This was it, this was what I was here for, but the reality hit me like a brick. My heart pounded suddenly and I felt my mouth go dry. Tentatively I gently moved my fingertips over the skin. It was a hip. It was the hip of someone lying on their back, a female hip -- too prominent for a man's and far too soft. "I know you've not undressed yet, so now you know that I haven't got clothes on you'd better get stripped off and get in." That was a command. I obeyed, wondering what to do with my discarded clothing and not wanting to trip over it at some time in the future. In the end I piled it together against a wall that my searching hands found running behind the bed. Here I was, naked in as strange woman's bedroom and still wondering just a little bit if now was the time the lights would come on and I'd be faced with an angry husband or half the local police force, 'Yes officer, that's the man who's been stalking me'. If it was going to happen, then it was going to be now. But it wasn't. "Get in, honey, I've been waiting to meet you." I got in, sliding down under the duvet, a mumbled 'sorry' for hitting an unseen knee with my foot, and then it was done, I was lying next to a woman I'd never seen. There was movement next to me and a hand, a slim cool feminine hand, was rested on my chest while a long slim leg was draped over mine and a voice whispered right in my ear, a breathy, urgent, sexy whisper. "God, I'm ready for this." There was no doubt now, this was for real. I felt lips on my face, kissing me gently, trailing lightly over my cheek as they sought my mouth in the dark. I turned slightly towards them, meeting them half way, kissing them as lightly as they kissed me. They were soft lips, full lips, beautiful feminine lips that responded to mine, tenderly pressing on my mouth, nibbling at my lower lip, parting my own lips with an insistent tongue tip until we were kissing deeply. I turned myself to face her, my cock growing by the second, and my hand snaked out to pull her to me, threading it's way under her body to wrap around her shoulders and hold her closer. She did not resist, firm full breasts, large breasts, were pressed against my chest, her thigh laid over mine, the other coming up against my side so that my cock was against her belly and her hip was against my leg. She felt so nice, so bloody feminine, she felt just like every woman should - and that's when I thought about her head. I reached out with my free hand, finding her shoulder, tracing it to her neck along warm soft skin, and then up to her head, her completely hairless, smoothly bald head. It felt wonderful. I ran my hand around and over it, gliding my palm over that naked skull, feeling the warmth of her skin, the slight pulse of blood through arteries and veins never usually found. It was a fabulous sensation, far better than I had ever imagined. Don't ever let baldness in a woman put you off, whatever its cause. There is something about a shaven female skull that defies description. "Mmm, love your hairstyle." I told her. "Good. I did wonder what you'd make of me." My hand slid down her back, following the curve of her spine, touching her skin, caressing her, discovering her body. She felt wonderful, soft and feminine but still with that unmistakable toned quality of someone who looks after themselves. My fingers traced the little bumps of her backbone, down to where the soft rise of her bottom diverted my exploration to her buttocks, the firm and rounded globes of a classic womanly bottom. I ran my hand around them and under them, stroking the back of the thigh still laid across mine. She breathed deeply in my ear, sounding as horny as I felt. My fingertip delved into the cleft between her buttocks, not quite touching her intimately but bringing a groan of excitement anyway before she shifted slightly and dislodged my hand. "Slow down a bit, babe." She whispered huskily. "Let's take our time, half the fun is in the journey. Lie back and enjoy." She pushed me gently but insistently onto my back, and I didn't resist. Lying on her side alongside me Amy started to roam her free hand over me, beginning on my face. Her fingers were gentle, careful, and yet confident as they tiptoed over my skin, touching and stroking my nose and my mouth, feeling their way softly over my eyes, soft like butterfly wings taking in my contours. She ran her fingers into my hair, outlined my ears, tugging gently at the lobes with just a hint of that gorgeous chuckle of hers, and then stroked my neck. Oh and how she stroked it, just, and only just, making contact with the very tips of her cool slim fingers, sending shivers down my spine and waves of arousal into my groin. I wanted her at that very moment, but I knew I would have to wait. From my face she moved to my shoulders and chest, wandering over me, roving with gentle fingers and a soft palm to check out my biceps, finding my nipples and rolling them lightly between her fingertips before tracing a way to my stomach, touching me so lightly that my skin twitched from the contact. She leaned closer to reach further down, bringing her face close to my cheek, touching it with her lips and the faint breeze of her breathing. "You feel good." She whispered, trailing the backs of her fingers over my stomach, heading ever lower. "And that feels fantastic." I told her, my voice cracking slightly from the intensity of the sensations. She had taken much longer over her exploration than it takes to write about it, and I was so aroused I could hardly speak. I gasped suddenly as the back of her hand made sudden contact with the tip of my very erect cock, and her hand paused in its journey. "What have I found?" She teased, still whispering directly into my cheek. "This feels interesting." She wrapped her fingers around my shaft and felt along its length, making my toes curl from the sensation of those fingers gliding over me. "Mmm, you've definitely come to the right place." The words were soft in my ear, but so damn effective. I felt my cock throb with excitement. She paused there for a moment or two, just holding my cock and purring the occasional little 'mmm' in my ear with her fingers gently fondling me. It felt so damn good, but then she moved on, sliding the flat of her hand down my shaft and onto my balls, the tips of her fingers bending around my sac. Instinctively I parted my legs a little to give her better access, letting her hand glide over my scrotum and cup my balls, lifting and rolling them as if testing their potential. Her hand played with me for a few moments and then moved back along my shaft, tracking sharp little fingernails over the underside of my cock and bringing another gasp from my lips. The palm of her hand then massaged my helmet and her fingers played around my shaft before she reached again for my balls, turning them with her fingers as she fondled my sac. The buzz of having an invisible and unknown woman touching me like that was unbelievable, it was making my leg muscles tense up from the strength of the sensations and my fingers dig into the mattress. It was turning me on to the extent that I would not be able to remain passive for much longer. Already I had to consciously stop myself from reaching out for her. Kept in the Dark "I want you." She breathed the words suddenly into my ear. "I want you to discover me. Touch me all over. All over!" I loved that phrase 'discover me', what a brilliant way to put it, and then her repetition of 'all over' emphasized her meaning. I think she was as horny as I was and knew that neither of us could wait too much longer, but she was still determined to take it as slowly as possible. She released my balls and rolled away to lie as motionless as she had wanted me, and I groaned with delight at her invitation. Much as I enjoyed her attentions I wanted to take an active role, to touch her as she had touched me, and then... well, and then to simply fuck her brains out. Did I say that being explored by her was unbelievable? Then take my word for it, that doesn't hold a candle to the thrill of being having her give herself to me, to know that you have unlimited access to the body of a woman you have never touched before, or even seen. It's like being given a present to unwrap. You know that you've been given something wonderful, but you haven't the slightest idea exactly what it is and you don't really know where to start. I rolled on my side as she had done and reached out rather tentatively into the dark. My hesitantly questing hand found her chin, with my fingertips falling onto her mouth. It was a good place to begin. She had wonderfully soft lips and, as I touched them again, they parted to let the tip of her tongue through to touch against my fingers, the softest of licks and so sexy. It was my turn to go 'mmm'. Touching her, I wondered what she looked like and tried to map out her appearance with my fingertips in a kind of erotic Braille. Small, neat ears, a full face with high cheekbones, a broad, well proportioned nose above those full, almost plump lips and a rounded, softly outlined chin. I could sketch each part of her as I ran my fingers over it, but I just wasn't able put it all together to picture her face. Part of me wished I could, but the larger part of my mind was glad, glad that I wouldn't be able to recognise her tomorrow if we met in the street. That was what I wanted, to make love to an unidentifiable woman, and that was what I had got. "You feel beautiful." I told her honestly, my fingers resting once more against her lips. "Thank you, and so do you." Her voice made my fingers vibrate slightly. "Are you glad you came?" She wanted to know. "Very." There was nothing else to say. I moved my hand to her shoulder so that I could lean over and kiss her mouth, just a tender affectionate kiss on only slightly parted lips, but lovely nonetheless, the warmth staying with me even as I moved back away. I propped my face on one hand and began my exploration of Amy's body with the other, while she lay unmoving, passive, almost submissive, letting my hand go where it would. I began where my hand was resting on her shoulder, running it lightly down her arm, over the back of her hand, turning her hand over to caress her palm and then the inside of her forearm. She sighed softly, and my fingers retraced their steps up her arm. Her breasts were stunning, full and firm to the touch but not too heavy, rounded even while she lay back, and tipped with lovely long nipples, erect and hard with her arousal. I ran my hand lightly over them, savouring the sensation; wondering if they were rosy pink or dark brown, then letting my fingertip trace out the tiny bumps ringing her aureoles before gripping each nipple in turn between finger and thumb and tugging at it just hard enough to make her breath catch. They were nipples that invited a man to suckle. You know what I mean, the sort that you just can't help wanting in your mouth, and I didn't resist. With my hand massaging and squeezing one breast, I leaned close and took the other nipple between my lips, drawing it into my mouth and licking the tip with my tongue. Amy moaned with pleasure, arching her back slightly against me. Using lip-cushioned teeth I chewed lightly on her, pulling at her nipple, licking it, and pushing it around with my tongue, bringing gasps of enjoyment from the darkness. Her hand arced over to rest on my head, not pressing me onto her breast but just expressing her approval. It wasn't long before my hand left her breast almost of its own accord to creep lower down her body, feeling its way over soft warm belly skin and then, using a hip as a guide, it went lower and lower looking for the start of her pubic bush. I was longing for the moment when smooth skin gives way to curly hair. Every man will know what I mean, but there is something about that moment, the very first moment you touch a woman's pubic hair and you know for sure that you're going to get what you're after. But there was no pubic bush, instead my wandering fingertips found the soft fleshiness of a bare pubic mound and then the start of her cleft. Amy's pussy was shaved as smooth as her head, and was just as lovely to touch. "Mmm. You didn't get both shaved at the same time, did you?" I asked her in a whisper, grinning to myself around her nipple. "And if you did, can I be your barber next time?" Her trademark throaty chuckle came out of the blackness just above my head, but it vibrated through her chest and into my lips. "No, I do it myself." She explained, not meaning her head. "And no you can't help, because you'd need the light on." "Damn!" I answered into the darkness, pretending a disappointment that was actually partly for real. She chuckled again, then sighed and parted her legs a little as my fingers began to 'discover' her cleft. I love smooth skin, especially on a woman's pussy. There is something mildly wicked about a shaven haven. Maybe it's the lovely soft puffiness of the labia, maybe it's just that its protection and concealment has gone, and maybe it's got something to do with learning a very intimate secret about the woman you are with. But whatever it is, discovering a shaven pussy turns me on big time. Bald head and bald pussy? Perhaps I've got a thing about smooth flesh? I started to explore, letting my fingertips find their way along her outer lips, just lightly touching and stroking them, feeling Amy open her legs a little further to accommodate me, wanting and expecting me to descend deeper between them. But I wasn't quite ready for that yet; I still wanted to find out more about her, so instead of playing with her pussy a let my hand move away and stroke along the top of her thigh, gliding over smooth firm flesh to her knee. For a moment there I lay, with my mouth still glued to her breast and my arm fully extended back to rest my palm on her kneecap, thinking about what I was doing. Under me lay a naked woman, and that's all I could be sure of. Who she was I had no real idea, apart from her name, Amy, and what I could feel with my hands. For all I knew she could be covered in freckles, be an albino, or even an old age pensioner, although her voice and muscle tone made that unlikely. The buzz I was getting from exploring her by touch alone was enormous and I almost wished she had been a complete stranger instead of someone I'd spoken to on the telephone and knew a little bit about. My cock throbbed at that thought, responding to the possibilities it involved. Maybe I'd try it sometime. "C'mon, honey. Don't tease!" Amy's voice dragged me out of my impossible thoughts and back to exciting reality and my fingers began the return journey down the inside of her thigh while my tongue swirled around her nipple once more. I reached the top of her thigh, but rather than pay attention to her pussy, I followed her assumption that I was teasing by skating very lightly straight across it and caressing the soft skin of her other thigh. "Bastard!" She protested softly, the smile in her voice belying the objection. I ran my hand back along her thigh, this time on the underside so that I reached the join of her legs with my hand cupping part of a lovely buttock. It felt beautiful in my hand and I couldn't resist squeezing it hard, producing a moan of surprised appreciation, before I very slowly and very quietly moved towards the join. I heard Amy catch her breath and the hand on my head now clutched at my hair and pushed me onto her breast as she realised my intention. Gently I insinuated a couple of fingers into her crack, sliding them back and forth, pushing them a little deeper each time so eventually they skimmed over her anus, threatening to do more but not quite dipping deep enough. She parted her legs even further and raised her knees, her breath coming in sharp little anticipatory gasps as she wondered what I would do. But I really was only teasing her back door, and I slid my fingers forward until they hovered over her pussy. She still gripped my hair, filling my mouth with delightful soft breast, wondering perhaps if I'd done teasing or would I do the same at the front before moving on again. This time I wanted to touch her, wanted to find out if she was wet, if she was as randy as I was. She was! As soon as my finger end found her entrance she grunted and pushed upwards, enveloping my finger in a warm and very wet vagina. "You cheat." I complained, giggling. "Shut up and get on with it." She gasped, and this time I wasn't quite sure if she was joking or not. Now, I don't know about you, but normally if a woman tries to order me about I promptly do the opposite, but for some reason this was not one of those times. This time the intensity of her words got me going even more, as if making me feel good that I could get a strange woman turned on to that degree. I drew back, wriggled another finger alongside the first and thrust them both straight up into her. "Your wish is my command." I told her in a semi sarcastic tone, pulling them back again until they were only just inside her and then ramming them as hard as I could into her tunnel. She cried out, not with pain but with pleasure, pushing herself up to meet me. I grinned wolfishly into the darkness, carried away by the power of her reaction, my cock throbbing with need. "Oh God, babe, that's just what I want. Do it again." I did it again, and again, and kept on doing it. There was no subtlety about it, I just kept on thrusting two fingers into her, feeling her body shoving up against me and hearing her gasp and grunt with each thrust. It must have hurt, I could feel my knuckles banging against her pussy and a couple of times my finger end caught on the walls of her vagina, but she didn't seem to mind, the harder I rammed into her the more she gasped and moaned her enjoyment. By now I had stopped suckling on her nipple, simply because her hand was pushing my face against her breast until I had to turn to one side just to breath, and her nails were digging into my cheek and the side of my neck with her passion. It hurt, but I didn't care, I was enjoying the violence of what I was doing to her and a little pain in return seemed only fair. I don't want you to misunderstand, I abhor violence, especially against women, and I'm not into sadism, but this was a different kind of violence. It was like the violence of a storm, when the pure ferocity of the elements is violent, except in this case it was the fierceness of our arousal. I didn't want to hurt her as such; I just wanted to do it, as she wanted to feel it, as hard and as forcefully as I possibly could. Of course, it was never going to last very long like that, and within minutes Amy began to make little breathless groaning noises deep in her throat and her grip on my face got even stronger. Then suddenly, with a long dawn out moan, she came, lifting her bottom from the bed and forcing herself onto my fingers, making them enter her as deep as it was possible for them to go and shuddering all over at the same time. It was as powerful a climax as I've ever come across, and I thought it was bloody wonderful. "Jesus fucking Christ." She gasped, as she let out her breath and slumped back onto the bed. "That was fucking fabulous. I really needed that." She relaxed her grip on my head and stroked my hair, still breathing heavily and trembling from the force of her orgasm. "How did you know that's what I wanted?" She asked eventually. "It just seemed right at the time." I answered as honestly as I could, shuffling myself up the bed to kiss her lightly on the lips. "Well you got that right, honey." She told me, chuckling once more. "Is there any more where that came from?" "Oh yes, but a bit gentler maybe." "Thank God for that. I couldn't take many like that one." We rolled together stretched out on the bed, our bodies touching from head to toe and we kissed again, this time more deeply and with more feeling, my hand straying once more over the smooth dome of her head. "You like me bald, don't you?" She asked rhetorically. "That's good. I didn't think anyone would." We kissed again. It felt good holding this woman against me, her sex-sweaty skin on my body and her lips and tongue nibbling at my mouth. Now, even though I still couldn't see her, I was beginning to be familiar with her body, to know what it would be like to run my hand down her back, to feel hardness of her spine and the soft curve of her bottom. "You know." I said to her suddenly. "I can't help but wonder if you look as good as you feel." I felt her mouth spread into a smile against my cheek. "What sort of back-handed compliment is that?" She asked me. "But the answer is that you'll never know!" "I don't want to." I answered. "I love the mystery of it all." "So do I. And I think we should call this body-braille." She was running her hands over me as if seeking out my shape. "Call it what you like, it's lovely." I was holding her close with my erection pressed against her stomach. "I think it's time we found a home for that thing you're trying to stab my belly with." She rolled onto her back, pulling me with her. "Do it now, babe. Fuck me." "Not yet. I know what you feel like, but now I want to know what you taste like." I wriggled down the bed sliding my face down over her breasts onto her belly, dipping my tongue into her navel as I encountered it and then continuing on down, insinuating myself between her legs, grasping her thighs and pushing them apart to let me get where I was going. She groaned in anticipation as my mouth got closer and closer to her pussy, then gasped in pleasure when my tongue came out to lightly touch the tip of her clitoris. I must admit that this was more by luck than by judgement. I'd put out my tongue to try and give her slit a quick lick as I went down on it, but my aim was much better than I'd expected and scored a bull's-eye. So I capitalised on my luck by flicking out my tongue to beat a light tattoo on her clit, making her jerk her hips in pleasure at the sensations and wind her fingers into my hair to hold my head against her pussy. She needn't have worried, I was going nowhere. My feet were now overhanging the end of the bed, but they found purchase on something that felt like a chest or ottoman placed at the foot of the bed. Using this steady myself, with a little adjustment I was able to rest on my elbows and use my fingers to spread her, holding her labia wide and giving myself unrestricted access to her pussy. My tongue traced the outline of her slit, sliding lightly down one side and up the other, resisting the pressure of her hand trying to make me go to the middle. "Don't tease me, honey, do it." I smiled inwardly at her appeal, pleased that she wanted me, but I still roamed around the edges of her pussy until her gasps became urgent and the pull on my hair painful. Then I flattened my tongue and placed it square over her cleft, licking her pussy with long firm strokes from top to bottom and then bottom to top. "God, that's good." She gasped, raising her pelvis towards me. At the top of my next stroke I paused to take her hard little clit into my mouth, nibbling at it with my teeth covered by my lips, much as I had with her nipple. She gasped and moaned and wriggled from arousal and passion as I did this, gripping my hair and pulling my mouth hard onto her. "Steady darling, let me breath." I told her. "Sorry babe, it's just so fucking good." She apologised, but her grip eased only fractionally. I didn't really mind, it was good to know I could have this effect on a woman I still didn't know, an invisible woman who knew me, as I knew her, just by voice and by feel. I pushed back against her restraining hand, pulling at her clit as I did so, extending it until finally it escaped from my grip and sprang back, bringing a sharp cry from Amy's lips. I grinned to myself in the dark, and then, lowering my face just a little, I concentrated on her vagina, lapping at the entrance before dipping my tongue inside her as far as I could reach and letting it roam around the walls just inside her tunnel. "Oohh!" She jerked with sudden delight, dislodging my tongue and rubbing a very wet pussy against my face. I breathed in her scent, licked my lips for her taste and then went back, searching for her entrance with the tip of my tongue. But she jerked again as I found it, sending my tongue skating over her cleft and down her perineum to stop with the end just resting against her anus. I didn't know what Amy thought about having her bottom touched, but I've no particular hang-ups about it, so I stayed there, just moving slightly to let her know where I was. She just moaned and pushed forward fractionally, letting me know that she liked what I was doing and wanted more. I knew I'd never penetrate her there with my tongue, but that didn't stop me from probing and pushing as if trying to find a way in. She responded by pulling her legs back out of the way and putting her hand flat on the top of my head to hold me down where I was, groaning with delight all the time. My tongue investigated her arsehole for a few minutes before I made my way back up towards her pussy, licking and sucking as I went. But I wasn't quite done with her back door. I moved one hand away from her pussy and gently wiggled the index finger into her arse, pushing it knuckle deep into her wetly lubricated rectum. "Fucking hell!" Her exclamation sounded like an objection, but the tone of her voice and the involuntary movements of her hips told me differently, and I began to thrust my finger in and out of her backside, while searching for, and finding her clitoris with my lips. With my finger sliding rhythmically into her arse and my teeth nibbling away at her clit I shouldn't have been surprised that Amy rapidly reached her second orgasm. But somehow I felt not only surprised but a little thwarted when she made those throaty little noises again that heralded her climax. I had wanted to put another finger into her, as well as exploring further into her vagina with my tongue, but she beat me to it with an even more powerful orgasm than before, moaning long and loud as her body went rigid from the force of it. The contentment I felt at giving her so much pleasure outweighed my disappointment at not being able to do all that I intended, and I rested quietly and smiling between her legs as she recovered. I allowed my finger to slip from her body and then moved up a little to lay my head on her stomach, feeling her body trembling from her exertions and her chest heaving as she fought to regain her breath once more. We lay like that silently for a while before her breathing returned to something near normal, until eventually she took a deep breath and let it out again in one almighty sigh. "Jesus!" She exclaimed finally. "That was some fucking climax you just gave me." I shuffled up her body until my mouth was level with hers and kissed her tenderly, wanting to tell her that she was welcome and she could have many more if she liked, and yet knowing that I couldn't because tonight would be spoiled if it were not a 'one-off'. I like to think she felt the same, because she returned my kiss with all the fervour she could muster, only breaking off when she ran out of breath once more. Kept in the Dark We lay and cuddled without speaking, she flat on her back while I lay above her, resting against her damp skin but taking my weight on my knees and elbows with my legs parted to rest either side of her thighs. Once again my hands found there way to her shaved head, caressing and stroking her bare skin. My cheek was alongside hers and I felt her smile of contentment spread across her face as my palms massaged her naked scalp. "It's time you had some fun, isn't it?" She asked suddenly. I knew what she meant and I couldn't find the words to tell her that I'd already had my satisfaction from giving her pleasure, and in any case my cock was asking to be used, so I just nodded silently against her skin. "Good, because I want you to do it. This time I really mean it, I want you to fuck me right now." Her legs opened again and I only had to close mine to find myself nicely between them with my cock instinctively homing in on her pussy. All I had to do was push forward slightly to feel the tip pressing up against her labia, and with a little wriggle I entered her without having to guide it at all. "Mmm. Who's a clever boy then?" She asked, as I pushed myself deeper into her. Amy was one of those women are just plain nice to fuck. She didn't just lie there and take it, nor did she try to take over and dictate the pace, instead she moved under me, pushing back against my thrusts and just moving her body with mine. It was beautiful. Our foreplay had been vigorous, almost animalistic sometimes, but the moment I entered her that all changed. There was no ramming of my cock hard into her pussy, I just pressed firmly into her and felt her welcome me. I felt her arms go around me, holding me close with her hands forced down hard against my shoulder blades, and then her legs pivoted back and her heels pressed against my buttocks as I pulled from her, as if to make sure I didn't leave her altogether. For my part I placed my elbows either side of her shoulders, resting on them as I thrust into her, my palms flat against the bed to keep me stable. It wasn't long before my mouth sought hers in the darkness, as if just to know she was there, and then nuzzled against her lips, her lovely soft lips. She had her mouth partially open, her rapid breathing sending light wafts of air onto my face, letting me know of her arousal, before the tip of her tongue sought admittance to my mouth and we were kissing deeply, passionately as we made love. I suppose it was natural that our hands would come into play, her moving up and down my back, digging in lightly with her nails each time I plunged deep into her, and my own seeking her face, wanting to hold her face still for my kisses. For the moment I had forgotten again about her shaven head until my fingers found her head in the blackness and came upon that lovely hard smoothness of her skull. I don't know why, but the moment my fingers stroked her scalp once more, my erection seemed harder and my need to fuck her greater. I ran the palms of my hands over her head, caressing it, fondling it, rubbing it, tracing her ears, her eyebrows, and her neck, luxuriating almost in the feel of that shaven scalp. I could feel my climax beginning to gather at the base of my cock, ready to fill a pussy as smooth as that head. It was heaven. We came nearly simultaneously, Amy beating me to it by a couple of seconds. She was giving a soft gasping 'oohh' each time I thrust into her, but then suddenly her gasps got louder and deeper and turned into groans more than 'oohh's' and her nails started raking at my back. Her pelvis began beating time with my thrusts, rising to meet me so that our bodies slammed together each time quite hard, and her arms and legs both tightened their grip on my back. Then she was shuddering with the force of her orgasm, letting out that long animal like moan that I'd heard before. That was when I came. I felt my balls tighten and that beautiful, hot, almost painful, sensation spread out from the base of my cock to envelop all of me as my cum raced along my shaft to spurt out into Amy's pussy. I drew back and slammed myself back into her, shooting cum deep inside her body, her moan of pleasure still sounding in my ears. I'm not sure how many gouts of cum I shot into her, but it was surely about twice as many as usual, it was as if I'd never stop cumming, forced by reflex to plunge myself hard into her with each spurt that I produced. When it was over I just lay there, panting and gasping, my heart racing, my chest heaving and every muscle in my body trembling and shaking from the after effects of my climax. Beneath me I could feel my mystery lover, her sweat slippery skin smooth against my own, her own heart pounding and her breathless panting loud in my ear. It seemed ages that we lay there, just trying to get ourselves together, unable to move, unable even to speak and tell each other how good it had been. "My God, honey." She said eventually between gasps. "You sure can fuck!" It was one of those innocuous sentences that, for some inexplicable reason, hit the wrong button and sent me off into helpless giggles. I've no idea why, but the compliment seemed so unlikely and unexpected, especially as she'd just given me the best shag ever, that I was completely unable to control gales of laughter. And of course laughter is infectious, so within seconds Amy was giggling too, pushing me off so that she could breath deeply enough to give way to the same paroxysms of silly laughter. We lay side by side, the sound of each other's giggles feeding our own mirth, until we could laugh no more, totally and utterly spent by our lovemaking and laughing. "I do hope you're laughing with me and not at me?" I choked out eventually, setting us both off into further howls of mirth. "I don't know." She said. "Whether it's fucking funny or funny fucking!" We giggled and laughed until we both hurt, my sides both aching from the spontaneous hilarity. Stupid remarks went back and forth into the darkness, bringing peals of laughter until we neither of us could do much more than lie there and gasp. "Oh Hell." She told me, between fits of giggles. "All this laughing is making my pussy squeeze your spunk out. I can feel it running onto the bed." There was a pause and then another, final, explosion of laughter. "Fucking hell. I never expected to wet the bed at my age!" That was the last joke. Neither of us could stand any more, we just lay and giggled until we ran out of them and then we rolled together and held each other close. "I'm glad we did tonight." Amy told me after a while. "Me too." I replied, and then added. "But you realise that neither of us can ever go to a firm's 'do' in case we meet in the light and see each other. "Yes, I know. That would spoil it, wouldn't it?" We drifted off to sleep for a time, though I don't know just how long, and then made love again, much more languidly and much less passionately, but just as satisfyingly. Then it was time for me to go, while it was still dark and while we could still be invisible to each other. I gave her a quick peck on the lips and left, reversing the process of entering so as to keep her bedroom in darkness. That would have been that, a beautiful and strange experience of having sex with a woman I would never know if I fell over her, except for an incident on the way home. I needed petrol, ok, 'gas' if you live in the States, and pulled into a service station to top up. As I queued to pay after filling my tank, my eye was drawn to a copy of the local newspaper there on the stand. It was the headline that did it. "Former top model and glamour girl shaves her head for charity." The article was complete with a photograph. I stood frozen to the spot. Now I knew who I'd been in bed with - I recognised the face. Amy, or Amelia, had been known some ten years before as 'Mel', and she had been a number one topless model gracing the pages of the tabloid press. No wonder she lived in such a lovely home. Not only that, but she had been voted the country's most beautiful woman two years in succession, and that beauty still shone from the under the smooth shiny scalp pictured in the newspaper and which I had caressed only a short time before. Without knowing it I had just fucked the woman whose fabulous body had been the inspiration for many of my teenage wanks.