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James always made an appointment by telephone. He left a message in Susan’s voicemail indicating the night he had available at the usual hour. Susan never gave him trouble and always adapted to his needs. Even if the time and night were already reserved, she would change her schedule for him, cancelling or adjusting the appointments others had. She considered him a VIP client for several reasons.

Firstly, because of the comfort of seeing him in her attic without having to go somewhere else, though she never worked home out of safety, she trusted him. Physically he was not ugly. He looked good, pretty tall with a sporty appearance, you could tell he did exercise and took care of himself. She liked him. Single without a girlfriend, pleasant, charming, and very chivalrous, she really liked him. He was pretty meticulous, the only one who always came with a gift. Sometimes a rose, at other times with some delicious liquor-filled chocolate, a book or a movie they talked about in a previous appointment, a bottle of good wine, or a lottery ticket. Another of the reasons she had a predilection for him was because he was blind from birth. She was inadvertently permeated with a feeling of compassion and a bit of sadness. Although, at the same time, she admired him for his level of self-improvement, for his courage, and for his bravery when facing his problems. She would happily take care, attend, and pamper him. She even fantasized that they could together quench her incipient maternal instinct awakened by her unyielding biological clock.

The next reason was because he always, always had his hands warm, even in winter. There was nothing more comforting for her than contact with warm skin.

The evenings began with some canapés and snacks soaked in soft sparkling wine, then, according to the occasion, they had sautéed meat or fish with a pleasant, engaging conversation, sprinkled with witty jokes and good humor. He would constantly make her laugh. They always had something aphrodisiacal and energetic for dessert to charge their batteries. Both of them knew what awaited them next.

A little slow music to dance fixed to each other and to warm up the room. With a diaphanous dress she pressed her breasts on him while feeling how a bulge swelled in his pants.

Susan, because of her job, knew many men in a carnal manner. Most of them were incompetent and did what they wanted, which is what they payed for, but James was very special, he was light years ahead of them. He had an unusual trait obtained through his interest, tenacity, and effort, a feature he had gotten also thanks to the development of his other senses.

James had never seen a body, not a woman’s or a man’s, and he did not know how boobs, butts, and genitals were visually. He could only see Susan’s body through touch, smell, taste, and hearing. He longed and wished to contemplate and admire her completely, entirely, from top to bottom.

She would first lie down on the ample bed, settling face down as James took on an active role, preferring to take the lead. He loved to concentrate on foreplay and Susan, relaxed, received all of his attention and dedication.

He explored her body with the soft touch of the brush of his fingertips delicately, easy, without a hurry, making Susan’s heart race.

With centimeters of skin to explore, James examined almost every part of Susan, even those most hidden, stimulating her erogenous zones for her enjoyment and delight.

He started from her head, caressing her on her crown. He moved his fingers softly in between her hair and gave her a relaxing massage. He continued down her neck, brushing her hair to the side, leaving the back exposed. He caressed her very delicately. Susan trembled and let him carry on. He went over her, barely touching her skin, slow, very softly, from the back of her head, down her shoulders. Approaching the area of the tailbone he went around the anal zone, reaching her silky buttocks, playing with them with a subtle, spongy massage. Susan’s hair stood on end as she got goosebumps.

He stroked the most delicate inner and outer regions of her sensual thighs, staying clear of the genital area. He continued behind the knees, very sensitive to his warm, gentle motions, followed then by the ankles and feet. Almost like a professional masseur, he did not forget any anatomical area.

Gently, following his instructions, she turned around and set herself face up. Firmly grasping her hands, they interlocked their fingers a little to then move down, stroking her wrists and forearms slowly. A light brush against her neck and shoulders until he reached her breasts to squeeze them gently, rubbing against her nipples and areolas of her large breasts with his palms. He explored her abdomen, drawing small circles around her navel. Playing with her trimmed pubic area, he avoided centering on the genitals passing sideways over her clitoris with caresses and circular motions. He continued down through the inner thighs, advancing across her long legs until finishing with a light massage of the soles of her feet.

When his fingers had already seen enough, he continued on guided by his sense of smell. She was permeated by an expensive, fragrant designer perfume. James’s nose pressed into her sinuous curves, their breathing pushing into each other’s bodies, searching for the natural smells from their most intimate orifices.