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  “How long before we get there?” she asked, unable to hear herself speak. There was no way for him to answer, she realized. She rephrased the question. “Will we be flying more than four hours?”

  One tap – yes.

  “More than eight hours?”

  Two taps – no.

  And so it went, the conversation was agonizingly slow from her perspective. He had to help her eat, take her into a private restroom, and lead her through security. In every little thing, she depended on him. She realized that the feeling of dependence was actually making her wet. In spite of the fact that it was terribly frightening, she also found it to be undeniably erotic.

  * * * * *

  The flight was behind them and she surmised that they were in a hotel room, probably about seven hours from home. They’d arrived many hours before and had walked around for quite a while, stopping for long periods at several places while, she assumed, Elliot spoke to someone. Some people had shaken her hand, so he had apparently introduced her to them. Being unable to see or hear the person she was meeting embarrassed her and she blushed openly. She would mumble a hesitant “hello,” which she couldn’t hear, and then completely withdraw back into herself. Being unable to hear her own voice was very disconcerting; Claire couldn’t tell whether her voice was even working, or whether she might be talking too loudly or too softly.

  She was blindly drinking a glass of exceptional champagne – her inability to hear and see seemed to enhance the flavor and aroma. She’d noticed those heightened senses during the dinner on the plane and at lunch too. She had, in less than 24 hours, become a touch and scent-centered creature. That intense, restricted focus was to continue throughout a most interesting night. At least, she assumed it was night. He’d answered her question, “Is it night?” with a single tap.

  She sat on the edge of the bed while he removed her sandals. His fingers kneaded the bottom of her feet, then slid between each manicured toe and massaged each digit individually. The sensation was bliss for her tired feet, still a little swollen from sitting during the long flight. Claire moaned with pleasure.

  Elliot slowly undressed her while she stood beside the bed. As each garment was removed, his hands slid sensuously across her newly-exposed skin. She felt the goose bumps rise on her arms, then felt them recede as his repeated, light stroking caused her hyper-sensitive skin to warm at his touch. Her entire self seemed to be stretched out along her surface. The feeling that she was centered behind her eyes had begun to dissipate, as her consciousness focused where her senses were being stimulated, not on her useless eyes, which no longer provided any information to her mind.

  Claire stepped out of her skirt and panties as they fell to her ankles. He whisked them away and then took her in his arms, pressing her tightly against him. He was just less than six feet tall, and his lips were about even with Claire’s forehead. She was surprised to find that he was already naked. She felt his hot, adamantine rod press on her abdomen. His hand reached behind her to grasp a tight butt cheek and push her more forcefully against him.

  He bent his head to kiss her deeply. His strength almost pulled her off the floor as his mouth lunged against hers. Her full, sensitive lips were slightly parted and his tongue took advantage of her openness. The fresh taste of his mouth filled hers. The feel of his tongue sliding along the inside of her teeth infused the kiss with further passion. With her arms reaching up around his neck, she pulled his lips tighter against hers. Her little tongue fenced with his.

  They continued to kiss for several minutes. Unable to see or hear him, her mind became riveted on his feel and flavor. She forgot whether her eyes were open or closed.

  The dim light in the room was good enough for him to see her beauty as he kissed her. He found her expression curious and sexy in a most unusual way. Most of the time her eyes were open, but they seemed to wander about without meaningful direction. The expressive parts of her face seemed to have shifted up to her forehead and down to her lips, with her eyes playing no role at all. He suspected she might even have forgotten about them altogether, in the passion building between them. The overall result was a surprisingly intense turn-on for him.

  By the time they stepped back from the kiss, there was already a sheen of sweat where their bodies had touched; her nipples were hard, swollen nubs; she was wet between her legs; and his erection pulsed with need. He lifted her in his arms and laid her on the turned-down bed.

  As he slipped onto the bed beside her, her hand probed for his center and found the swollen member. Her small hand and slender fingers grasped him. Holding her thumb steady against its hard, upper surface, her fingers moved the tight skin of the softer underside up and down. Thus, she began to stimulate him slowly, taking advantage of that highly sensitive area of his manhood. Even at that, Elliot soon had to reach down and hold her hand still to stretch out the stimulation, the better for him to enjoy the build-up over many minutes. He was so aroused by Claire that he knew he could cum in a heartbeat, if they didn’t work diligently to prolong the moment.

  She stopped moving her hand. Her fingertips were still pressed against the soft, underbelly of his penis. She gradually released the member. They both lay very still until he regained control. Finally, he rearranged himself atop her, his manhood poised between her legs. His glans lightly probed the outermost regions of her cunt, and she could feel the velvety-rough friction of the tip of his rod against her sex. Slowly, his probing spread her very wet inner lips and he floated against her entrance. Her body wanted to thrust against him to consume him all at once, but, by summoning all her willpower, she held back, agonizingly waiting for him to take her.

  He seemed to explore her outskirts forever. Their sexual tension was reaching the breaking point. Slowly, with supreme patience and confidence, he crept forward, the rounded cone of his tip gradually opening her lips to him.

  Claire was already his. The anticipation was consuming her. Her mind refused to focus on anything but his fullness approaching her reception. Her fleshy, sensitive inner labia parted and his member entered her vestibule.

  Still, with monumental restraint, he gradually slid within her. She wanted her vagina to attack him, suck him in, surround him and make him one with her. She cried out in anticipation and frustration.

  He realized that he owned her in that moment. But he was fully aware that she owned him as well. It took all of his concentration and restraint to keep from ravishing her unchecked. Only a nugget of his mind still appreciated the awesome pleasure that was to come from discipline and patience. The rest of him was at the cusp of accelerating out of control.

  He began to fill her inner sleeve. Fuller and fuller, deeper and deeper until she was consumed by his presence within her. She lost the boundary between where she stopped and he began. She seemed to be able to feel him from within her, and her surrounding him. Her perspective was both hers and his at the same time. Her individuality evaporated as his shaft entered her completely.

  Her heart synchronized with his thrusts in and out. She was totally in time with him. The rubbing of his penis within her vagina was the only thing in the world happening to her. The stirrings of consummate arousal began to spread from him to her. The urgency of his conquest of her increased for both of them. She no longer wanted to be Claire, but only an extension of him.

  His head bent down for his teeth to bite her above the right nipple. Not even the pain could distract. His ministrations drove her to an even higher sexual plane. Claire’s mind stopped functioning altogether as the pleasure of Elliot devoured her. Pump, pound, pump. He drove within and against her. Her sensitive inner lips sealed him inside her. Claire’s outer lips were swollen and aflame with stimulation. The nerve-rich nimbus within her vagina cried out for satisfaction.

  Claire’s unseeing eyes rolled back within their sockets as an all-consuming orgasm racked her overly-aroused body. She screamed with release, her whole being focused on the incredible sensations spreading from her groin and her breasts.

>   Had she not already been blind, she surely would have lost her sight anyway. No senses mattered except the pleasure radiating within her. As Elliot continued his motion in and out, she climaxed again with an ear-splitting scream of such pain and pleasure that she thought surely she would die.

  Even that didn’t stop him, as his penis and his mouth continued to impale and consume her. When she finally feared she could take no more, she felt the hot pressure and erupting power as he came within her. She was dissolved by his semen and ceased to be Claire at all. Already full of him, she filled to overflowing with his cum, and shrieked again as the pleasure of its liquid heat and pressure forced her over the top, yet again.

  That was all she could take. Mercifully, he collapsed upon her with a wet, slick layer of perspiration sealing the space between them. Claire had been so thoroughly fucked, that she doubted she’d ever be the same again. Her legs wrapped around him, unwilling to let him go. The thought of their flesh ever being separated was untenable to her.

  Finally, a long time later, even her tight grip of him couldn’t keep him firm, and he relaxed out of her.

  It might have been the saddest moment of her existence. Mercifully, the long flight, the walking and excitement of the past 36 hours had taken its toll. She rapidly, mercifully drifted off to sleep.

  * * * * *

  The next morning, while sitting placidly on the couch, she felt a cold, wet Q-tip enter each ear. Instantly, her hearing returned to normal. Her first question was, “Where are we?”

  “In London, England,” came the reply. She hadn’t been there before and was excited at the prospect of exploring.

  “When are you going to let me see again?”

  “In a few days. I have some surprises, starting later this morning. I think it would be interesting to keep you in the dark for a little longer. It’ll heighten your anticipation and make the surprises more profound.”

  “You shit.” She laughed as she said it. This was, at the least, an intriguing game. Their lovemaking the previous night had shown her just how intriguing it could be.

  She heard sliding doors open and a warm, gentle breeze blew her long gown. She hadn’t recognized the feel of it, so it must have been a new one he’d bought for her. In fact, unbeknownst to Claire, everything he’d brought for her was new.

  “We can have breakfast out here on our balcony. You’ll like it. It overlooks the Thames. Room Service should be here shortly.”

  “I can’t overlook anything.”

  “Don’t be a whiner. I’ll describe it if you want. You’ll have plenty of chances to see things on this trip.”

  “How long will we be gone? Did you really arrange for me to quit my job?”

  “There’s no time limit anymore. We can stay as long as we want, four or five weeks, four or five months – who cares? Your job is history. ‘Arranging’ simply required a phone call from the boss – me in this case.

  “By the way, you now have an account in a Swiss bank with two million dollars in it, and another three million dollars in a moderate-risk mutual fund. I expect it will earn upwards of four-hundred-thousand dollars this year. Not that you’ll need to spend any of it. You can move some of the cash around later, if you want. You have sole control over the money; no one else, including me, has any access to it.”

  She was shocked. “The money is from you?”

  “Yes.”

  “Why?”

  “I didn’t want you to be dependent on anyone, ever, including your employer. Including me.”

  “I’m dependent on you right now, I’m blindly lost in a city I know nothing about.”

  “I meant financially dependent.”

  “I had no idea that you had that kind of money.”

  “You never asked. You really have asked very little about me in general – there’s a lot you don’t know.”

  “This is my chance to learn.”

  “Yes, it is that.” He chuckled and held her to him, feeling her modest, pert breasts through the silky fabric of the gown. Breakfast arrived and he led her to the balcony.

  “Elliot, Tell me what you see, so I can enjoy the view too.”

  “I see a lovely lady in an apricot-colored silk robe. It matches the décor in the suite, by the way. Her hair is tousled a bit and she has some smudges of makeup below each eye. It makes her look cute – in an early-morning, innocent way. There’s a pink rose in a white china vase on the table. Our breakfast is on silver dishes, spread all over.

  “We’re on a fourth-floor balcony. There’s a small garden below us and a walkway along the river. The Palace of Westminster and Big Ben are across the river to the left. They’re glowing gold in the morning sun. I can see heavy traffic on the bridge next to them. They must have reopened it – the last time I was here, it was being renovated.

  “The river is still so there’s not much sunlight dancing on it as there would be if it were choppier. I don’t see any boats. There’s a young couple strolling hand-in-hand on the river walk, coming towards us from the right. London stretches out in all directions, its usual grayness tempered by the orange-gold of the morning sun. There isn’t a cloud in the sky. It’s a light blue right now. I can’t quite see Nelson’s statue in Trafalgar square from here. It must be further to the right.”

  He helped her through breakfast, got her bathed and dressed, and they left the hotel in a traditional black London taxi a couple of hours later.

  “Where are we going?”

  “To a place where you can fulfill one of your fantasies.”

  “I think the hotel might be better for that.”

  “Not this time. You have an appointment with a plastic surgeon.”

  “What? What for? What are you going to do to me?”

  “I’m not going to do anything, although the surgeon is. You once made it quite clear that if we ever took a trip like this, the first thing you wanted was to have … I think you described it as a ‘boob job.’”

  She remembered. She’d said it on at least two separate occasions.

  “That was if we went to the beach - and maybe I was just kidding!”

  “Well, the trip isn’t over yet, and we’re very likely to end up on a beach somewhere. Europe is full of them, you know. And deep down, where I know your true self resides, I don’t really think you were kidding. Regardless, it’s going to happen – today.”

  A shiver of excitement, a thrill of submitting to his fantasy, rippled through her. “Do you really want me to? How big?”

  “Frankly, I rather like them the way they are - a little less than a hand full each, and still perky. But you made the call some time ago – I’m just carrying through. How big? I think you said you were about a 34A, and wanted to go to a ‘C’ or maybe even a ‘D’. So that’s what I told the doc.”

  The whole idea both excited her and scared her to death. She found herself snuggling up to him for comfort, and tried to look up into his dark, brown eyes, through her sightless ones. She wanted him to look her straight in the eyes, even if she couldn’t see him.

  “Do you really want me to do this?”

  “You agreed to come on this trip – without very much in the way of hesitation, I think. Right?”

  “Yes, I said I would. But I didn’t think you had anything like this planned!”

  “You didn’t?”

  “Well, maybe a little.”

  “A little?”

  “Oh shut up – yes, I suspected something like this might happen.”

  “Believe me, this is just the beginning, although a major step, I’ll admit. If I didn’t want it – and what else may follow – I wouldn’t have set it up. So let’s decide once and for all – are you with me or not?”

  “I want to be with you.”

  “But?”

  She hesitated, then mustering her courage, and feeling herself getting aroused as she did it, “No buts.”

  “Good.” He smiled and kissed her hungrily, as the taxi pulled up to their destination.

  “D
on’t you think a 34C, let alone a ‘D’ might be too big on me? I’m not very tall.”

  “I guess we’ll know before the day is done.”

  “Ah … but …”

  Nothing else was said.

  * * * * *

  She woke up groggy from a strange assortment of anesthetic-induced dreams, but otherwise feeling alright. For a brief instant, the blindness startled her, but then she remembered. Elliot was apparently standing over her, holding her hand.

  “What do I look like?”

  “Pale, but recovering nicely.”

  “You know what I mean.”

  “Ample.”

  “I’ll bet.” She reached to touch her chest, which was just covered by a cotton hospital gown and a layer of bandages. She gasped.

  “Those are mountains!” They were also tender. “How big did he make them?”

  “The plastic surgeon said they’d be pretty close to 34Ds. Actually, they’re quite nice. You look big but not out of proportion or balance. They’re still perky – although I’d spell that with all capital letters now.” He laughed and she found herself doing the same.

  “Don’t make me laugh, my throat hurts.” She noticed, as she reflexively blinked her eyes, that they hurt too. “In fact, even my eyelids are sore.”

  “That’s from the eyeliner.”

  “What eyeliner?”

  “The permanent eyeliner you now have on your upper and lower eyelids. Very attractive, I might add.”

  “You had them tattoo my eyelids?”

  “I guess that’s one way to put it. It’s quite common now, you know. This way, you don’t have to mess with that liner, and neither do I between now and when you can see again.”

  “What does it look like?”

  “Pretty much like you did it, maybe just a little heavier.”

  She was trying to figure out what to say next. What came out was, “Do you like the way they look?”

  “Absolutely.”

  And she left it at that, knowing there was more to come, but somehow caught up in the excitement of being with Elliot in this unusual, exotic place and erotic state of existence.