4 comments/ 8782 views/ 14 favorites Silver Pt. 01 By: CantC54 **************** If you are younger than 18 or you are not of legal age in your jurisdiction, please exit this story immediately. This story contains graphic situations that are sexual in nature performed by consenting adults. This is my very first story. I now have a greater admiration for the writers here on Literotica because as I found out the hard way, it isn't as easy as you would think! This story is fiction, but, it does contain versions of sexual experiences that I have shared with lovers throughout my life. You are welcome to comment with your thoughts, ideas and criticisms. Hopefully you will enjoy this story, the first in a series of more to come. *** A very special thank you to WickedInside for all of her time, editing skills, and patience, in helping me make this story better *** ******** Misty and I found ourselves sitting outside on the red brick steps of our home on a typical July night in southern New Jersey. A warm breeze danced across the plush, green grass that lay before us. The sound of children playing ball in the streets and the music of an ice cream truck echoed in the distance and all was right in our small town. I should tell you first that Misty is my dog, a beautiful black Lab and more importantly, my Guide dog. So, yes, I am blind. I lost my eyesight 25 years ago due to complications from Juvenile Diabetes. Misty rolled onto her back and stuck her chest high into the air giving me the hint of what she wanted and liked best. I grabbed her brush and began running the soft side of it down her belly, soon finding her legs spread as wide as she could have possibly held them. "You are shameless," I said to her as I gave a bit of a laugh while running the brush across her smooth black hair. "You know, the neighbors are probably thinking that I am brushing the wrong side of you and don't realize it," I whispered to her. Apparently, she didn't give a rat's rear end and just laid there letting me brush away. "You know, it wouldn't hurt if you did this for me once in awhile girl," I stated. Her only response was to push off of my forearm with her back paw wanting more. "Pathetic," I sighed to myself as all was right in Misty's world tonight. The faint sound of heels clicking on the sidewalk grabbed my attention. Apparently, it grabbed Misty's also and she rolled onto her side and held her head up high. As the sound came closer, she jumped up and sat at attention, perfectly still with the exception of the slight wag of her tail, which tapped me repeatedly on the side of my foot. I absolutely love high heels. They are strikingly beautiful and sexy and make my mind wander. Misty's tail began a steadier, more rapid pace as the person came closer to the front of my home. "Hi there!" a female voice said in a cheerful, sweet tone. "Hi, how are you?" I asked, raising my hand in a slight wave. "I'm fine," she replied. "Your dog is beautiful; is it a boy or a girl?" "she's a girl," I answered. The sound of her heels came closer and slower in stride as she asked, "Is she friendly?" I was guessing that she was about 10 feet from me at the time and Misty's tail was swinging wild with excitement! "yes, she is more than friendly," I said. Misty stood and whipped me in the face with her tail. "Misty," I said, turning my head away from her onslaught, "enough girl, you are killing me here!" The woman laughed and approached slowly with the sexy sound of her clicking heels ringing throughout my head. They must be 3 to 4 inches high, I guessed. Jesus, they sounded nice, I thought to myself. "May I pet her? she asked as I jumped at her question. "Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to startle you," she said apologetically. "that's OK," I said with a bit of embarrasment in my voice. "Yes, sure, go ahead," I answered, trying to recover from my wandering mind. "Oh, you are a doll baby!" she said in a higher pitched voice. Misty was sucking it up and sure enough, fell to the cement walkway onto her back and raised her belly to be rubbed. "wow, you don't waste any time do you girl?" she laughed as she croutched down to give Misty a belly rub. "How I wish that was me," I thought to myself. "What is her name?" "This is Misty," I proudly answered. The breeze blew the scent of her perfume into my nose; it will be etched in my memory for as long as I live. Her perfume was soft and sensual, a sweet, flowery, sexy smell. The kind that you just want to lick off of every inch of a woman's body. Misty stood suddenly and shook. "Oh, wasn't I doing a good enough job?" she asked while laughing, "do you mind if I join you two?" "No, please pull up a piece of brick," I said, patting the step to the left of where I was seated. Grabbing Misty's brush, I tried to find the cordless phone that I had placed next to me. I reached to my right and no phone. I reached to my left, between my legs and in back of me and still no phone. "Are you looking for this?" she asked as a wisp of her hair slid across my left arm. The smell of her perfume had me dizzy as she grabbed my left hand and placed the cordless phone into it. Her touch felt as if a silk robe had wrapped around my hand and I sat there paralized by it's softness. "Thanks, I'm sorry, I kind of can't see," I said with my voice drifting off. "There is nothing to be sorry about," she said, as her voice changed to a more serious tone. "I've seen you and Misty walking around town and down to the cafe. I saw you there one day, sitting at one of the tables drinking your coffee while Misty was snugly tucked away under your chair. You two are brilliant together and it seems that you both walk effortlessly! I always wondered where you two ended up at the end of your journeys from the cafe." Her heels clicked a few short times and I felt her arm brush against mine as she sat down next to me on the step. I thought that I was going to pass out. "I guess that our secret is out," I said with a smirk on my face. "I believe that you are correct," she replied. "Misty and I walk down to the cafe almost every day." "Yes, I occasionally see you guys, mostly in the morning it seems." "Well, their coffee is better than mine and besides, it gives us both a bit of exercise." Misty couldn't get her nose close enough to the woman and her breath was enough to stop a train. "Misty, your breath is hellacious," I said as I tried to pull her away. "That's alright," she laughed, "she's fine." "No, that is just offensive," I said. I managed to get Misty to lay down on the sidewalk in front of us and got the chance to introduce myself. "I'm Mike," I said, looking at her as I spoke. I held my left hand out awkwardly to the side while my right hand held Misty's leash. I felt her silk hand grasp ahold of mine. "I'm Marlene," she said, slightly leaning into me as she reached her left hand across her body. "I live two streets behind you but a block down." After a bit of small talk about how long we have both lived in town, children, neighbors, and other trivial things. I found out that she was 49, seperated from an alcoholic husband and was currently living with her mother. A breeze blew her hair across my arm. She grabbed the strands of hair and apoligized as she pulled them back behind her head. "What color is your hair?" I asked. As she began to answer, a cluster of fireworks went off in the distance. Misty jumped to her feet and began grumbling and shaking uncontrolably. "She is petrified of fireworks," I explained. "Oh you poor baby," Marlene said, trying to calm her down. Misty was having none of this and split between the two of us, jumping up the steps and aiming for the front door. "I have to get her inside," I told Marlene as I stood up. Marlene told me to get Misty inside and that she would grab the phone and brush. I opened the door for Misty and felt the coolness of the air conditioning rush against my body. I made a vain attempt to hold the door for Marlene, but Misty bolted into the house with me in tow, shutting the door onto Marlene's arm. "I'm really sorry, are you alright?" I asked as Marlene made her way into my house. "That's OK, I'm fine. Wow, she really is bothered by those fireworks!" "Yeah, those and thunder storms," I said, taking Misty's leash from her collar. Misty took off for the bedroom and hid in her usual place, between my bed and the wall. I followed her into the bedroom and turned on the fan and radio in an attempt to smother the sounds from the outside world. As I came back out, Marlene was standing there in the entryway and said, "here you go." She placed the phone and brush into my hand, grasping onto it, making sure that I didn't drop them. Here we go again - her hands, her perfume, those heels. My hands were trembling as I took them from her and placed them in their usual spots. "Wow, your house is absolutely beautiful! Your floors are gorgeous," she said, speaking in reference to the glossy, oak, hardwood floors that covered most of my home. "Thank you, I designed most of it myself." She walked over to the fireplace and looked at the pictures that I had placed along the mantel. She picked up the center one and asked, "Is this your daughter?" "Yes, that is my baby." "she is absolutely beautiful!" Marlene said as she placed the picture back onto the mantel. "Thanks, that's the best 90 seconds of work that I ever did in my life," I said with a big smile. "Oh, a real marathon huh?" she laughed, "And is this your family?" "Yes, all of those girls are my sisters with the exception of my mom who is the one in the center." "You must have been spoiled." "Not in the least," I said with a long groan, "In fact, that's how I lost my sight," I continued with a boyish grin plastered across my face. "Oh pooh," she laughed, slapping me on my shoulder. "Ouch!" I whined, rubbing my shoulder in mock pain. "Oh, I'll have to kiss it and make it better," she cooed. "I have a lot of other things that you can kiss," I said under my breath. "How do you do all of this?" she asked. "do all of what?" "the house, the furniture, the pictures on the walls?" I told her that I had lost my sight when I was 28 years old, so I had sight for a long time. I continued that I may have lost my sight, but I had gained great vision and the vision of how things could look and how I pictured them to be. "do you do that with everything?" she asked with great interest. "Pretty much so," I said, "My imagination, hands, and vision of how things should be are all that I have left," I explained. Marlene continued to walk around the house looking at the pictures on the walls, the furniture, and then found the kitchen. "Michael, this is really nice, how do you keep it so clean?" "Well, it is just me and Misty here, so it really isn't that bad; mostly hair from her and I guess a strand or two from me," I laughed. "but, your counters are really clean, how do you do that?" "I feel them with my hands, if they're smooth, they're clean, if I hit a sticky spot, I clean it," I explained, "I don't like sticky stuff, it's yucky." "No sticky stuff at all?" she asked in a flirtatious tone. "Well, it depends on what the sticky stuff is attached to," I quickly replied again with that bit of a smirk that I get on my face. "I saw that!" she said with a slight giggle. "Saw what?" I asked innocently. "That look on your face; that little grin that you get," she said accusingly. I eventually asked her if she would like anything to drink and Marlene told me that a glass of water would be fine. As I walked towards the cabinet for a glass, she said, "here, let me get it." "There is bottled water in the fridge if you would rather have that instead. There is also soda, beer and wine in there if you fancy." "No thanks, I had a bit before I strolled out for my little walk tonight," she replied. Marlene opened the refridgerater door and said, "Michael, your fridge is empty. There is no food in here!" I couldn't reply because she was right, I rarely kept a lot of food around. "Should I bother to open the freezer too?" She asked accusingly. She reached for the freezer door and pulled it open. "Oh nice, ice cream and frozen pizza," she mused, "A typical batchelor." "What makes you think that I am a bachelor?" I asked in my defense. "Number one, your fridge is empty and number two, you have no pictures of women besides your daughter and family around the house. Would you like a water while I'm grabbing one?" "Please," I replied. I made my way back into the living room and sat down on the sofa. The sound of Marlene's heels followed close behind, clicking against the hardwood floors. As if in slow motion, they stepped closer and stopped directly in front of me, closing off the sound from the rest of the room. "Here you go, handsome," she said, taking my hand and putting the cold bottle of water into it making sure that I didn't drop it. "got it?" she asked. "Yes, thank you," I somehow managed to say. The cushion next to me soon sank down and I felt the side of Marlene's hip rub up against mine. "Brown," she said as she took a drink from her bottle of water. "What?" I asked, not knowing what she was talking about. "My hair color, you asked me outside while we were sitting on the steps about the color of it before Misty pulled you inside." "Brown huh?" I asked. "well, brown with some blonde highlites," she explained. "That must look beautiful." "Is that your imaginationn or your vision of how things are?" she asked amusingly. "both I guess." "Here, give me your bottle, Michael." I gave Marlene my bottle and she reached across me, putting it on the end table. "I have to tell you," I started to say. "Tell me what?" she asked curiously. "You smell really, really nice," I told her in a low whispering tone. "Why thank you Michael, no one ever really, really told me that before," she giggled, giving me a little elbow in the side. "You call me Michael," I said in an inquisitive voice. "I love the sound of that name," Marlene said as she rested her hand against my shoulder; "It is so much sexier than just plain old Mike," she remarked in a low sensual voice. She reached down and took both of my hands into hers and raised them onto the top of her head. "Here, take a feel and let me know what you think." Marlene released my hands and they rested at the top of her head. It was a bit stiff to the touch; I was guessing from some hair spray or whatever women put on their hair these days. "Sticky?" she mused as she strung out the word. "A little," I said. "Good sticky or yucky sticky?" she asked yet again with that hint of mischief in her voice. "Sexy sticky," I said as my hands began their shaky descent down both sides of her head, angling towards the back around her ears, following it's length until it finished around her shoulder blades. "And the verdict is?" she asked as if I were a contestant in a quiz show. "Very, very nice," I quietly said. "Cat got your tongue?" "the cat's got a lot of things," I silently whispered. "You're so cute when you don't know what to say," she said with a smile to her voice. I wasn't aware of my forearms that were now resting on her shoulders as my fingers mindlessly stroked her hair. Marlene sat in a trance, faintly whispering how nice it felt and I could smell the light scent of alcohol on her breath. We must had been closer than I realized. As the words left her mouth, I imagined her sitting there with her eyes closed and the picture of utter content on her face. "Here," she whispered softly, again lifting my forearms and taking ahold of my hands. "They're very strong," she purred as she lightly rubbed them with her own. She lifted them to her face and said, "read my face." "Huh?" I asked with a somewhat puzzled look on my face. "don't blind people read faces to see what a person looks like?" she asked, sounding somewhat embarrassed. "Yeah, I guess they do, but I don't really consider myself to be blind. I mean I am blind, but I had my sight for such a long time that I still live in a sighted world; if that makes any sense to you. I do most everything that I had always done while I had sight. I cook, do laundry, clean the house, put lights on the roof for Christmas, do carpentry work and no, I don't read braille." "Michael, I'm sorry, I didn't mean... Wait, did you say that you put lights on the house and do carpentry work?" she squealed in a high pitched voice. "UMM, yeah, I go up on the roof and do the lights for Christmas and I have a workshop downstairs in the basement." "How do you get onto the roof and put up the lights?" she asked with concern in her voice. "I use a ladder," I simply replied, trying not to make a big deal about it. "But, you can't...", she started. "Oh, but I can," I interrupted with a grin. "And you mean just a work bench with a couple of tools right?" she asked in the same concerned tone. "yes, a work bench, tools, chop saws, table saws, nail guns and whatever other power tool you could imagine," I explained as if it was just an everyday normal thing. "I have to see this for myself," she said, "But, for right now, lets try this." Marlene took my hands up to her face. I cupped her cheeks in my hands as if I were holding a baby bird. I told her to close her eyes and gently lifted my thumbs up to her eyebrows and starting from the center,above her nose, began to slowly run them across the fine hair. My hands were shaking as I began my journey. If I were to have been carrying a cup of water at the time, it would had been two thirds of the way empty. Marlene let out an inaudible breath and I felt her body completely relax. Not even one third of the way across on her left side, I felt a slight indent. "What's this?" I asked. "Just a little mark" she barely whispered. Reaching the end of her brows, I moved back to her ears with my thumb and pointer fingers, slowly rubbing my way around and down until I reached the lobes where I gently rubbed their softness. Marlene let out an appreciative moan. "don't be startled, I'm just going to put my thumbs on your cheeks," I whispered. Marlene sat motionless as I lightly placed my thumbs onto her cheeks, trying not to go too close to her eyes. Her cheek bones were high and I traced lightly down, while simultaniously dragging the remaining fingers along both sides of her face, meeting at her chin. "Very nice," I whispered and felt her smile slowly grow. I took my fingers and touched the top of her lips trailing them down to the corners. I lightly touched the underside of her bottom lip and repeaded the trail, lightly moving to the respective corners. My right index finger then ran across her bottom lip feeling it's full softness give in to my touch. She had full, pouty lips. I was stunned to say the least. She was beautiful in my eyes. Marlene exaggerated her pout with her bottom lip. I grabbed the sides of her mouth with my hand, giving her fish lips as I laughed and kissed them. I quickly dropped my hands and said, "I'm so sorry, I didn't mean, I just..." Marlene must have opened her eyes and saw the embarrassment on my face and I certainly know that she heard it in my voice. "Michael, stop," she said in a calming voice, taking my hands and placing them back onto the sides of her face. She leaned closer and I felt her lips lightly touch mine. It was the lightest of kisses, yet the most electric. She pulled back slightly, and pressed her lips onto mine once again, this time a little harder. The feeling was soft and sensual. We ever so gently continued our kiss and, as our lips parted, the unmistakeable juicy sound of seperating lips filled the silent room. I thought that if heaven had ever sent me a kiss, this was it. Silver Pt. 01 "Open your eyes," she whispered, gently brushing her lips against mine. "I can't," I said in an almost trembling voice. "Michael, look me in the eyes," she whispered once again, "I want to see them when you are kissing me." I opened my eyes as she pressed her soft lips against me. We parted our lips and the moist, sucking sounds became more audible. A tear began to run down my face. "Are you alright?" she asked softly. I shook my head up and down, telling her that I just would loved to have seen her eyes too. She gently sucked my bottom lip into her mouth. "It's OK," she whispered as she slowly released it. She kissed her way up to the trailing tear, giving it a gentle kiss, and continuing up, reached my eyes. She then gave a soft kiss onto my eyelid, doing the same to the other side. "That was very, very nice," she softly moaned, "Your hands held my face as if I were a piece of fine china." "You are so soft, I didn't have to hold you tightly," I said with a half smile on my face. "Wait a minute!" Marlene said in exhileration, grabbing my lips, squeezing them together into a fish face, while planting her lips on them making a big "smootch" sound. She pulled away laughing at herself. "Paybacks!" she exclaimed in victory. "My turn," she said as she went to put her hands onto my face. I jerked back quickly as the very first hint of her touch startled me. "Oh Michael, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to scare you," she said apologetically. "OK, ready handsome?" Marlene lightly placed her hands on both sides of my face as I had done to her. I felt the light trace of fingernails down the sides of my face. "I think that I'm going to pass out," I moaned. Marlene laughed and told me to relax and just enjoy what I was feeling. Her nails then went to the back of my head, a little behind my ears, again, slowly dragging them along my jaw line until they met together. They went up to my forehead and ran straight back through my hair towards my neck, digging into my scalp a little harder this time. I let out a bear-like moan and had a grin on my face which didn't go unnoticed. The tip of Marlene's nails then drew across my lips and I gave them a kiss as they passed. "Oh, you don't miss a thing do you?" she asked in a low, sultry voice. "I have to take what I can get while I have the chance," I moaned. Marlene reached around to the back of my neck and again with her long fingernails, dragged them around under my chin, slowly dropping them down my neck, towards my chest. I was wearing a three button, collared golf shirt and Marlene's hands slowly worked down until they rested at the V in my shirt. "Very nice," she cooed, "Interesting thing though, I don't seem to feel any hair. Keeping things tidy Michael?" she asked, once again with that teasing voice. "I may or may not have done a bit of maintenance," I sheepishly said. "Hmmm, We'll need to do a little more investigating," she softly said, as her long nails hung onto the bottom of my neckline, drawing my shirt downward and the collar tightly against the back of my neck. "but first..." she said in a long drawn out voice. Letting go of my shirt and rising from the sofa with her shoes tapping on the floor, she said, "Stand up, handsome." Marlene reached down, grabbed my hand and helped me to my feet. "do you know that you blush every time that I call you handsome?" she asked. I could tell by the sound of her voice that she had a big smile across her face. "Well, I never saw myself as attractive," I said, now red faced. "Oh poo..." Marlene replied with a soft pat on my butt and a light kiss on my lips. I wouldn't describe myself as being particularly attractive. I guess that I'm alright looking, but, I wouldn't say, "handsome." I have thick, light brown hair without a bit of gray. I have hazel eyes, and a fairly young looking face for my age. I stand about 5 foot 9 inches tall and have a thin, toned build, weighing 135 pounds without an ounce of fat. My upper half is the bigger part of me. I mean, I'm not huge and I don't have a "six pack", but I really don't care, I'm 54 years old. My legs are quite thin. Apparently, my sisters got the thick thighs and calves while I was left with the girl legs. There certainly must have been a mix up with the chromosomes, I had always deduced. Marlene took hold of both hands and raised them up to her shoulders. My palms were resting close to her neck and she said, "OK, go ahead." "Go ahead what?" I asked. "See what I look like silly," she giggled. Her skin was soft and delicate. I gave her a soft squeeze before I began my journey. I felt nothing but bare skin as I moved my hands slowly across her shoulders. I ran into a strap maybe an inch in width on both sides and passing over them, continued to move my hands lightly towards the corners and down her arms. There was nothing but soft skin the rest of the way down. I could feel goose bumps developing on her upper arms as I gently slid my fingers down the back of them, reaching her elbows and then down to her wrists. "Tank top?" I asked. "Maybe!" she teased. My hands began to shake once again at the thought as they surrounded her wrists. "Wow!" I whispered in an almost inaudible tone. "Wow what?" she breathed. "Just wow," I whispered again. My hands dropped down to her fingers which were long and thin. I made my way down to her long painted nails. She could have been a pianist with those hands. "what color?" I asked. "What color what?" she questioned. "Your nails," I replied. "How do you know that I have nail polish on?" she asked in surprise. "They're smooth." "Smooth?" "yes, like the showroom paint on a brand new car," I explained, bringing them up to my face and running the polished side along my cheek. "Are you sure..." she started to say as I placed her painted index finger on my lips and sucked it into my mouth. "You were saying?" I remarked, slowly withdrawing her long, delicate finger and leaving the end of the nail hanging onto my bottom lip. "Are... you... sure that... you can't see?" she gasped. "No one ever did that to me," she quietly whispered. "That was so sexy," were the next words that she managed to audibly say. Her painted fingernail lingered on my lip as if someone had glued it there. "silver," she barely whispered. With my mind racing as it was, I didn't notice the movement down in my baggy shorts. "don't look down, don't look down, don't look down," I repeated in my head, terrified that Marlene would notice the buldge that had grown in my shorts. I still had a hold of her hand and I lifted her finger from my lips giving it a light kiss before returning it to her side. I was trying to visualize the look in her eyes. Were they closed, were they half open or were they open but glazed over? "Are you still with me?" I asked. Marlene lightly shook her head which I assumed was up and down. I lightly brushed her cheek with the back of my right hand and smiled as I brought it back towards her ear. "Are you OK?" I whispered. "Uh huh," she slowly breathed. I brought my other hand up and rested it on the top of her back doing the same with the one that was back by her ear. I started to feather my fingers down, barely touching her soft skin. I came to where the neckline of her top began. I then reached the strap of her bra. My fingers ran along the strap and Marlene lifted her arms up a bit giving me access to her sides. As tempted as I was, I stayed away from her breasts and was intrigued by the slippery fabric of her top. It seemed to be shiny, if I were to guess. Marlene's arms rested on my shoulders as the palms of my hands sat flat along her sides just under her breast line moving down to her waist. "Tank top, right?" I asked. "Maybe," she said with a light moan. "What color?" "silver to match my nails. Actually, a shimmery silver," she said as she gave me a soft kiss on the lips. "You have more to go," she whispered into my mouth as she continued her kiss. Marlene took my hands and placed them on the front of her thin shoulders. "OK handsome, get to work," she said seductively and began to pull my hands downward and onto her covered breasts. My hands and body were shaking uncontrollably as I rubbed my palms across both of her breasts. The slick material made it even more erotic as if that could have even been possible. A light moan came from marlene's mouth. "You like?" she whispered with a smile. "I like a lot," I said in a shaky voice. Marlene again took my hands dragging them down to where the shimmering fabric ended, folding my fingers around the bottom edge along with hers and began to lift upwards. The material folded onto itself as we pulled further up. Letting go of my hands, Marlene raised her arms high up into the air. I continued to slowly pull her shirt up, over her bra, off of her shoulders and as she lowered her hands back down, finally over her head. I stood there with the shirt of a woman that I had just met a little more than an hour ago in my hands and she stood quietly in front of me wearing a bra and I don't know what else. "yes, it's a tank top," she giggled putting her soft hand on the side of my face. "You look like the cat that ate the canary," she said as I stood helplessly with her shirt in my hand. "Here, let me have that." Marlene took the tank top from my hands and threw it onto the couch behind me. Once again, Marlene took my hands and placed them on top of her bra. Her breasts were pushing out of the top and my fingers lightly made their way along the edge, feeling the softness of her skin. The material of the bra was very similar to the fabric of her shirt. smooth, silky, feeling shiny to the touch. "Wow!" I said. "Wow what?" she asked with a smile in her voice, knowing exactly what I was talking about. Marlene grabbed my hands and pushed them more firmly into her breasts and, said, "kind of false advertising." "What do you mean?" I asked. "It's a push up bra which makes things look a bit bigger than they trually are. I'm only a 34B." "Does B stand for beautiful?" I asked with my boyish grin. She pinched my cheek and said, "No, I wish." "What color?" "Take a wild guess," she laughed. "If you say that I'm right when I guess silver, I am going to pass out right here in front of you." "Well then, I better get ready to catch you," she said, again giving me a soft kiss on my lips. "Why don't you see what you can do with it?" she asked keeping her lips lightly against mine. I reached around and unclasped the hooks on the first try. The one strap whipped away easing the tension. The band eased and I let go of the end that I had held in my hand. With a sensuous, lingering kiss, she continued, "Hmm, for one who can't see, one seems to have a bit of experience in unclasping a bra", The feeling of her lips widened with a smile. "Just pure luck," I replied with my lips widening into a matching smile. "yeah, I bet," she said jabbing me in the side with her hand. Marlene's mouth softly pressed onto mine. She slowly parted her lips and slid the tip of her tongue seductively along my lips. My head began to spin. I slowly parted my mouth and our tongues touched for the first time. The kiss became more passionate and our mouths clamped together with our tongues entangled in an erotic dance inside. Our breathing became heavier and moans filled the room. It wasn't forceful, it wasn't wild and hard, it was a soft, sensual, sexy, lingering kiss that i never wanted to end. Marlene parted our kiss saying, "I think someone has a slight problem" and she pushed her pelvis into my rock hard cock. I pulled my hips back in embarrassment and just as quickly, Marlene's hands dropped down to the cheeks of my ass and pulled me back into her. "Nice try buddy boy," she said, rubbing harder into me this time. Her bra was still hanging from her shoulders and covering the beautiful breasts that I so very much wanted to feel. I pulled her hands away and slid myself around to her naked back. Holding onto her hips, I pushed my hard cock against her ass and said, "I didn't finish my job yet." Marlene let out a long moan as she pushed her ass back into me. My hands left her hips and slowly made their way up her stomach to the lingering cups of her bra. She shook her shoulders the slightest bit and the straps fell down, sliding along her arms and her bra ffell through my hands to the floor. I trailed slowly under her tits with my fingers, again just barely touching her skin. I slipped them around to her sides, and up to the flat part of her chest circling where the slope of her tits began and back down in between them. "Michael please," she whimpered. "Problem?" I whissppered in her ear from behind, again pushing my cock into her ass. My hands trailed back down to her waist. Marlene took firm hold of them, bringing them back up to her tits and cupped them over the stiff nipples which stood high and proud. Her tits were perfectly shaped. They were firm yet soft to the touch of my rough hands. "My God Marlene, you're beautiful," I whispered into her ear. Her head fell back onto my shoulder as I began to gently massage and caress them. She let out a long, sensuous moan as I continued my wwork. I began to softly take her hard nipples between my fingers, gently rubbing them together. Marlene's head fell heavier into my chest and she moaned louder as her ass began to circle my cock, making me insane with pleasure. My mind was on overload. I had a beautiful pair of perfect tits with hard nipples in my hands and from what I could make out, a sweet ass grinding onto my hard cock. I leaned forward and began to kiss her tender shoulder, working my way up to her neck. "Oh my God, please don't stop," she faintly whispered. I repeated my kisses onto the other side of her neck, this time sucking on her delicate skin as I worked my way back up to her ear. My tongue slowly reached and touched her earlobe, lightly working around the perimeter until I returned to it. I reversed my trail with my tongue and dipped the tip into her ear. She gasped as her arms reached back to grab my head, pulling me deeper into her. This action pushed her firm tits further out and she loudly groaned. "Oh my God, "I'm going to cum!" she said, surprising me with her words. "Oh god, rub my tits harder Michael, pinch my nipples, yes, yes." My hands began to work the soft flesh of her tits more roughly and I pushed them together,squeezing her nipples a bit harder between my fingers. I dropped my mouth back down to her neck, sucking on it as my hands continued their manipulation on her tits. "Oh God, yes, don't stop..., don't stop, don't..." she yelled as she ground her ass more forcefully onto my bulging cock. Her moans continued to grow louder and her breathing was rapid as she grabbed my hands and squeezed them harder around her breasts and nipples, mashing them together. "Oh Michael, oh Michael... Please..." she begged. Her body suddenly stiffened as she let out a final gasp of pure, sexual pleasure before falling limp against me. Marlene dropped forward down onto the sofa in front of her as she gasped for air and began to tremble in an overwhelming sense of emotion. I rubbed her back asking her if she was alright. She shook her head up and down as she continued trembling and sniffling. "did I hurt you?" I asked with concern. "My god no," she sniffled and turned to sit on the sofa with her hands in her face. I knelt down before her and pulled her hands gently away from her face. "What?" I asked. "that never happened before," she whispered with a still shaky voice. "You never had an orgasm?" I asked stupidly. "No, I've had orgasms while having sex, but never without oral stimulation or intercourse." I lifted her chin up and felt the warm, wet tears that ran along her cheeks and down to her chin. As Marlene did to me earlier, I began to kiss my way up the salty trail of tears, sucking them into my mouth until I reached her eyes. I gently kissed her eyebrows and eyelids. "Michael, it's been so long..." she said as she gathered herself before me. "What did you just do to me? How did you do that?" With my grin I said, " I just closed my eyes and hoped for the best." This brought a laugh from Marlene as she tackled me onto the floor and straddled my chest with her thighs. She placed her hands on the floor, along each side of my head and leaning over me said laughing, "just closed your eyes and hoped for the best huh?" She planted one of those silky, soft, mind numbing kisses on me. I reached my arms up around her neck and pulled her down harder onto my mouth. The moans soon followed and I reached my hands up cupping her face as we continued our long, passionate kiss. I dropped my hands down to her sides and began to pull her up my body, breaking our kiss and bringing one of her tits to my face. The smell of her perfume lingered on her body as I kissed and sucked my way to what had been dangling over me seconds ago. I took the nipple and sucked it softly into my mouth, rolling my tongue around it. I then began circling her soft areolas, then sucking a bit harder, took as much of her beautiful breast into my hungry mouth as I could. "Michael she moaned, "Michael,oh god, don't stop... Please." I began sucking and licking her tit as if it were my last meal. Her hips began to grind hard onto my stomach as I continued my oral stimulation on her delicious breast. I reached up with my hand to caress the nipple on her other breast, rolling it hard between my fingers as I had done before. Marlene started grinding herself harder and faster into me, moaning more and more as she pleaded repeatedly. "Oh god, oh god, yes..." she panted, finally letting out a slight whimper, and once again, fell limp onto me in a sharp, mini orgasm. "That's not possible... What are you doing to me"?" she asked in heavy breaths. "How do you keep doing that?" Marlene's head was laying on my shoulder now and she began to trail her long nails down my body, reaching under my shirt and up my chest. "Oh my," she moaned. Her nails slowly ran upwards dragging across my left nipple, to my shoulder and then back down to my stomach, lighting up every nerve ending along the way. There are no words that I can use to describe what I was feeling. I could only moan, I had no awareness except for the feeling of her nails raking along my skin. "Hey", she exclaimed. "Somebody still has all of his clothes on and it's someone else's turn to do something about it," she laughed, poking me in the chest with a renewed vigor. I raised my hands above my head as they rested on the hard floor and said, "You better get busy!" "I think that I would rather do my work with you standing." Marlene rolled off of me, stood up and looking down at me said, "C'mon you." I rolled over onto my stomach then up onto my knees. "Do you need some help, old man?" she asked, standing directly in front of me. I reached up grabbing the small of her back and brought her belly into my face giving it a big, sucking kiss. "Hey you!" she laughed, "That's not fair!" "A lot of things aren't fair," I said, turning my face to the side and rubbing my cheeks on her soft, silky skin. "Mmmmm...," I moaned. "Michael... Oh...," she whispered. "Time to get up," she again whispered, this time in a shaky voice. "Can I see just one more thing while I'm down here?" "What?" she barely said. I took my hands from the small of her back and slid them down to her ass. Again, the fabric was slick, having that familiar feeling. Her ass was small, but full. I didn't feel any pantie line as I gently gave her cheeks a squeeze. "What color?" I asked. "Black," she moaned, reaching her hands to the back of my head and pulling my face into her as I continued to rub her ass cheeks. Silver Pt. 01 "Shiny?" "Uh huh..." she said, continuing her moan. To say that they were painted on would have been an understatement. I slid my hands down a bit and the material ended and my hands now drifted onto the back of her soft, silky, bare thighs. "Marlene, how can you do this to me?" I asked, using one of her lines. "I'll tell you a little later," she whispered. I wanted to ask her what she meant, but instead, continued to let my hands slide along her thighs, down over her perfectly toned calves and finally to the heels that had teased me all night. My hands felt the straps that wrapped around her legs, just above her ankles. My cock strained harder in my shorts and my hands yet again began to shake as I lowered them down to the thin, sexy heels that held her up. They were high, at least 3 inches if not more. I let go of them and brought my hands around to the top of her feet where I was greeted with more thin straps. "Silver," she said, raking my hair with her long nails. "Sparkling silver" she said again. My arms wrapped around the bottom of her long legs. "How can anyone be so beautiful and sexy?" I asked into the top of her strappy feet. "I'm not beautiful Michael," she said. "You don't know..." "I don't know what?" I asked looking up at her. "Maybe someday," she said with a quivering voice. I somehow managed to stand up, wrapping my arms around her tightly and that is when she buried her head into my shoulders. Her body shook as her tears dripped onto my shirt. "It's alright," I said. "It will be alright," I said again, patting the middle of her naked back, not knowing what else to say or do. We both stood silently for awhile as she held tightly onto me, until finally she asked in a weak voice, "Can I use your bathroom?" "Sure Sweetie," I replied assuredly, "It's the first door on the right down the hall." Marlene raised her tearful face up to me and kissed me gently on the lips before turning away and walking back to the bathroom. I stood there helpless as I heard the bathroom door close. I sat down on the sofa wondering what that poor girl had been through to say those words to me. ********** ********** Ten minutes later, Marlene reappeared from the bathroom with her heels clicking on the floor. I stood up as she approached. She walked right into me, wrapping her arms tightly around my body and planted another long, wet, sensuous kiss on me. "You are the beautiful one," she softly said. "I don't think..." I began, but was stopped by a soft finger against my lips. "You know, that was more than one thing Michael," she then said, still in a soft tone. "One?" "Yeah, you asked if you could do one more thing when you were down on your knees." "Well, it was a long one," I said grinning. "Arms up Pal," she said with a smile returning to her face, "I have some catching up to do." I raised my arms up clasping my hands together above my head. Marlene grabbed the bottome of my shirt and pulled it up above my shoulders and suddenly let go. "My oh my, lookie at what we have here" she said to herself. Her hands grabbed onto the sides of my chest where the arms meet the shoulders. "Oh Michael", she softly said as her hands gently squeezed the sides of my chest. For the last year, I had been using a walker because of surgery that I had on my left foot. I wasn't able to put weight on it and this in time built up the lats on the sides of my body and the pecs on my chest. My shoulders seemed to be a bit bigger and I had no idea as to how my back looked. I did however notice that the sides of my chest were very well defined. As I said earlier, I'm not a big guy by any means, but I was guessing that for Marlene, I was big enough. Marlene's hands ever so slowly began to make their way down my sides, softly sliding over the muscles as if they were a piece of fragile, crystal glass. "Oh my," she said again talking to herself., continuing down to the waistband of my shorts. She then repeated the process, this time with her long nails. "OH my God," I moaned underneath the confines of my shirt as chills raced through my entire body. Again, she reached up to the front of my chest, raking her nails down, across my nipples and to the top of my shorts, this time pulling them down a few inches, but stopping short of exposing the head of my hardened cock. "Very nice job Michael," she said. "Job?" I asked again from under my shirt. "yeah, your little landscaping work," she cooed. "We'll see how complete your job was in a minute." No sooner were those words out of her mouth, when I felt warm lips kiss, tongue and then suck my left nipple into her mouth. My knees buckled a bit and I gave a gutteral moan. "Marlene... Please..." I managed to get out of my mouth. "Please what?" she teasingly asked, never taking my nipple from her mouth. "problem big guy?" she uttered again as the fingers of one of her hands reached down and trailed the length of my cock that was straining within my shorts. "OHHHH shit..." I gasped as my knees buckled beneath me. My nipple pulled from her mouth and Marlene giggled with delight! I almost came right there in my pants. Marlene's hands grasped my sides to keep me from tipping over. "You OK?" she asked with a teasing voice. "Yeah, I think so..." I said, breathing heavily and still with my shirt covering my head. Marlene guided me up straight, stood, and pulled my shirt the rest of the way off. I put my arms down as she disguarded my shirt. Standing in front of me, Marlene placed her fingers on the sides of my head and ran them back, through my hair,past the top of my ears, to the back of my head where she grabbed two fists full of hair. "You have beautiful, thick hair Michael," she said as she pulled me into her for another wonderful kiss. This time was much different though. Her warm tits pressed into my bare chest and both of us moaned together. It was an absolutely clear scene in my mind, picturing her lovely breasts pressing into me, nipples disappearing and the rest of her tits flattening against me. Marlene pulled back slightly until her tits separated from my chest. "Put those hands back up, I'm not finished with you or should I say can I do one more thing?" I raised my arms up once again and her hands were right back on the upper sides of my chest. She then leaned in the slightest bit and began to rub her hard nipples back and forth across my chest. "Oh Sweetie, please don't stop." "Oh Michael, you won't have to worry about that for awhile," she said once again in that low sultry voice that I had heard before. Sllightly bending her knees, She continued her nipple massage on my chest, down to my stomach. I felt her lower more and sit on the edge of the sofa. Her nipples followed her descent downward until they slid across the waisteband of my shorts. "Seems like we have a bit of a road block here Michael," she pondered. "Hmmm, what to do?" With my hands still in the air and the raging hardon that was in my pants, I made a partison decision and dropped my hands, grabbed hers, and brought them from behind my ass where they were stationed to the top of my shorts. "Do you need any instructions?" I asked in anticipation of what was going to happen next. "No, I think that I'm good from here," Marlene said as she reached in and kiss my belly. Marlene's hands slowly began to pull down on my shorts. It was a slow, painful process and she further exaggerated the process by stopping and running her fingers down the front of my greatly engorged cock that hid beneath my underwear. She giggled with delight saying how fun this was mentioning that the head was at the point of poking out of the top. I felt my shorts slide the rest of the way past my cock and balls and drop to my feet where she helped me step out of them and threw them aside. "Oh Baby, light blue!" she said with a satisfied voice. I figured that she was speaking about my underwear and I asked her if that was her favorite color. "It is now," she said. Marlene took the covered sides of my cock between her lips. I felt the warmth of her mouth on my already straining hardness as My hands grabbed her head and gave it the slightest push forward. "Mmmm, this is almost like taking a piece of icing off of a birthday cake for a sample of what you are going to be stuffing in your mouth later!" she teased. She was torturing me beyond beleif and was enjoying every second of it. She slowly backed her mouth away from my cock and said, "time to open my present!" "Marlene, can we take this back to the bedroom?" I asked, mentioning that people could see us through the windows. "We could," she said again teasing me with her tone. "But, it's pretty dark outside and in here." "The door?" I asked. "I closed it when I came in and you were taking care of poor Misty," she said, in a reassuring voice. "Really, you are..." I began to ask, being stopped again with a finger over my lips. "I may have had a plan ahead of time," she confessed. "C'mon, handsome," she said in a sultry, hungry voice. Marlene stood up off of the sofa. "Lead the way" she said, as I felt her fingers rake down my back and grab ahold of my hips. I slowly began to walk towrds my bedroom reaching my hands ahead of me in an attempt to find the corner of the hallway wall. I trailed my hand down the wall of the hall and felt the opening to the bathroom on the right. I heard the radio playing and angled a bit to the left with Marlene now bringing her arms around my chest and her soft, perky tits into my back. She ran her tongue up the nape of my neck, stopping me dead in my tracks. "Oh... God..." I moaned loudly. Marlene continued to work on my neck and thankfully, I felt the opening to the bedroom and stepped onto the plush carpet. I reached for the lightswitch and flipped it on. "Nice idea," she mumbled as her lips locked onto the side of my neck. I couldn't even think straight and I believe that I may have asked her if she wanted me on the queen-sized bed. She pulled away from my neck with a sucking sound that permeated my senses. "That may have left a mark," she giggled wiping her saliva from my neck. "Oh, a four poster bed" she exclaimed, "Oh my, we're going to have some fun with that at a later date," she said to herself as if her thought forwarded to future plans. I stopped when my knees ran into the side of the mattress. "Turn around, handsome," she directed and holding onto my hips, dropped down onto her knees to the soft carpet. "Now, where were we?" she asked as she ran those nails of hers up the back of my legs, reaching the bottom of my undies. "Oh yes, I believe that we were here," as she again wrapped her lips onto the sides of my covered shaft. This time though, she began moving up and down my cock. At the same time, she brought her hands to the waistband and began to pull downward. Marlene pulled her head back, looking up at the event taking place. "Oh my," she said as the head of my cock made it's appearance. "Oh my!" she said again this time in a much more excited voice. I felt her take the head of my cock into her mouth as she yanked my underwear the rest of the way down, past my balls and dropped them to my feet. "Ahhh...," I moaned loudly. "Please don't stop," I pleaded and her mouth dropped down slightly more before backing off and admiring what stood before her. "Oh Michael, is this for me?" she asked, sitting back a bit and staring at her present. "Oh, it's beautiful." My cock is a regular size, nothing overly big. Six inches maybe. Someone had measured it before and came up with seven inches, but I really do think that was a slight exaggeration, to say the least! "Look at the veins," she said running her fingers along them down to the base. "And these balls..." she whispered. "They look like they need to be emptied," She took her right hand and grasped the base of my swollen cock, while reaching around to my ass with her left hand and gave it a more forceful squeeze. Her mouth went right back to the head and with one slow, deliberate move, took the length down to her hand and then back up again. The moist, warm sensation of her mouth up and down my shaft was incredible. She began to follow the movements of her mouth with her hand as it slid up and down my hardness. "Oh fuck, that feels soo good... Please don't stop," I said gasping for breath. Marlene took her hand from my ass and switched it with her right one that had been firmly wrapped around my cock. She withdrew her mouth, only to tell me how delicious it was, then went right down and back to her incredible blow job. Her right hand dropped to my balls, gently holding and rubbing them, and soon after, dropped them from her grasp. She later began to moan and suck harder moving down further onto my cock. "Mmm... Mmm... Mmm..." she hummed as my cock sunk deeper into her mouth. "Mmm... Mmm... Mmm..." she moaned but with even more emphasis and volume. Suddenly, her hand left my cock, and reached back around to my ass. A long higher pitched "Mmmmmmmmmmmm..." came from her cock-filled mouth and with that, she pulled my ass hard into her, swallowing my cock down to the base with her nose pressing hard against my pelvis. I couldn't handle anymore and told her that I was about to come. She actually pulled even harder digging her long, silver nails into my ass, trying to drive my cock even deeper into her throat. I stiffened and gave a gutteral moan as I began to fill her throat with spurts of cum. "Mmmmmm... Mmmmm..." she voiced, not letting go of my cock that was buried inside her. The spurts kept coming and coming, time after time, never seeming to end as I gasped at a frenzied pace. After numerous spurts, Marlene slid my cock from her mouth and pointed it down onto her tits, rubbing the head of my cock on her nipples, switching from one to the other as the final dribbles of my sticky cum coated them. "Oh Michael, oh Michael," she gasped, "Wow, oh, it's so much, so beautiful!" she said as she continued to rub my head around her nipples and tits. She lifted my cock back up and into her hungry mouth, again taking it down to the base repeatedly as she cleaned the remaining traces of cum off of it. My hands were running through her hair as she took my deflating cock from her mouth and ran it along the sides of her face. "OH Michael, that was so amazing," she whispered as it seemed that her mind had drifted off into another world. I couldn't say anything. "Cat got your tongue?" she questioned still in her other world. "That was absolutely unbelievable," I managed to say, still running my hands through her hair. "You really like?" she asked as her face looked up to me as if she were seeking approval. "I really like a lot," I answered this time with a little more strength and clarity to my voice. Marlene reached up with both hands and pushed me backwards onto the bed. She jumped on top of me in one motion. Her body landed hard on top of me with those beautiful, cum polished tits pressing hard into my chest. My legs were halfway off of the bed, bent at the knees. I reached around and grabbed her ass, pulling her harder into me. Marlene's mouth locked onto mine in a hungry, feaaverish kiss. Her back and hair were now soaked with sweat. Our kiss became even more aggressive, almost animalistic and she began to grind her covered pussy hard into me. "I need more," she pleaded as our lips parted. She slid up more on my body and lifted one of her tits up to my mouth. I hungrily kissed, sucked, and licked it, switching to the other one, tasting the remnants of cum that she had so sexily applied. "Good sticky?" she asked amusingly. "Mmmmm..." I mumbled. She pulled her tit from my mouth and rolled onto her side, letting out a sigh of great pleasure. She raked her fingernaials down my chest to the base of my cock, taking it into her hand and gave it a squeeze. "You better get some rest, you have more work to do," she said to it. Marlene then slowly raised herself up off of the bed, letting me know that she would be right back, telling me that she wanted to put her hair up. Marlene was gone for a bit and then reappeared back into the room. "Look at you," she giggled, "Your legs are hanging off of the bed and you still have your underwear on top of your sneakers." Kneeling down, she untied my sneaks, removed them and threw them to the side. She pulled my underwear off next and they followed the sneakers. She then began to grab one of my socks. "No, no", I quickly said, as I sat up. "No, leave them on, Marlene," I said more directly. "But why?" she asked. "My feet... They're ugly," I said, embarrased by their looks. "Oh Michael, don't be silly," she said, returning back to my socks. "Please..." I pleaded, this time grabbing her head and lifting it to face me. "Please..." I said, doing my best to look into her eyes. "I'll explain later," I promised. "OK, I'm sorry Mike, I'll stop." "You called me Mike," I said. "I saw that sad look in your eyes and I knew that you were really upset," Marlene apologetically said, moving up and sitting on the edge of the bed beside me. she took my face into her hands and gave me a soft kiss on the lips. "Should I leave?" she asked with concern. "Oh no, I'm surely not finished with you my dear," I said, pushing her up, sliding off of the bed and kneeling before her. "Someone is over dressed," I said with a grin. Standing before me, Marlene stroked her fingers through my hair and asked if someone was going to do something about it. I reached up, grabbed her tits and rubbed them while biting the front of her skimpy shorts with my teeth and looking up at her, said, "Uh huh!" with a big ass grin on my face. "Oh my..." she said lightly. I dropped my hands from her tits, to the back of her shorts and combined with my teeth, began removing them over her hips and down her legs. As I slid them down those long legs of hers to her heeled silver shoes, Marlene placed her hands on my shoulders and one at a time stepped out of the black shorts, and kicked them away. I ran my hands up her legs, rotating from back to front until I reached the bottom of her soft, round ass. It was absolutely perfect. Her ass was firm, but her skin was beyond soft and smooth. She was so amazingly sexy and I couldn't believe that a woman this beautiful was standing before me. Marlene grabbed my hair and pulled my head up higher. She tried to pull my face into her, but I resisted, letting her know that it was my turn to play. I slid my hands up further onto the soft cheeks of her sweet ass until I ran into the string of her thong. Trailing the string,I worked my hands around her hips to the front where they attached to a skimpy piece of fabric. "OH, what do we have here?" Marlene once again attempted to pull my face into her, again without success. I ran my hands back along the thin string until they met at the top of her ass. I felt it drop, and holding her ass with one hand, followed it down, where it soon began to disappear. Marlene's legs instinctively began to part leaving me more access to continue my journey. My four fingers pressed into her crack following the string into it's depths. "My, my, where does this end?" I whispered, but loud enough for Marlene to hear. Marlene suddenly straightened stiff as my fingers slid across her tight hole. She bent over and leaned her hands on the top of my head. "OH my god!" she gasped, spreading her legs even further apart. As I reached the end of the string where it met the fabric, I began to run my fingers back up, retracing my path. Marlene began panting heavily. Again, I ran my fingers back down that beautiful ass, pressing harder as I came to her tight entrance. "Oh fuck!" Marlene screamed. Moving the skimpy string to the side, I pressed in a little harder and began circling the entrance to her ass with my middle finger.