So on they cruised through the busy city, Joe in the drivers seat, Miss Christi in the passenger seat. By all appearances to the motorists and pedestrians they passed, they were a couple on a drive through town in a late model convertible, he a shirtless, average guy, she an attractive sunglassed woman, her long hair blowing in the breeze. What they did not know, however, was that the man was stark naked with a pronounced hard-on, ready to erupt, and that she was firmly gripping his member, preventing such an eruption.
With time and distance, Joe’s erection relaxed and began to soften, and Miss Christi in turned relaxed her grip. Joe was still squirming, however, from the stinging pain on his rear end from Miss Christi's sound spanking, every bump in the road reminding him of how thoroughly she whipped his ass. That thought alone sent a new quiver of excitement through his groin. A question that had been running through Joe's brain caused him to speak.
"Permission to speak, maam"
"Go ahead."
"Is it your intention to punish me for your amusement only?"
Miss Christi faced him and said evenly, "Of course not. From what I've seen and held in my hand, you've enjoyed yourself as well."
"That's true, but if you don't let me climax, this will turn into torture!"
Miss Christi chuckled. "Joe, you've turned your self over to me. I'm in control, but I'm still learning about the unique wiring that connects the organ between your ears with the organ between your rather sexy legs. You're a very special man, giving up control like you have. Few men have the cajones to do that, so I value this relationship and my time with you. All I ask is that you be patient".
Joe replied, "Ok, but you make it hard."
A few seconds passed without comment, then they both burst out laughing at Joe's unintentional double entendre.
They drove for several more blocks, until Miss Christi directed Joe to turn into a neighborhood of tree lined streets and older homes. After a few turns, Joe was instructed to stop the car in front of a small bungalow style home set back from the street, shaded heavily by a stand of tall trees.
“Is this your home?” he asked, setting the parking brake.
“Actually, no, this is the home of a friend. I check in on her regularly and she said she wants to meet you. Let’s go.”
Joe panicked. Sure he had already been seen naked by a number of strangers today, but only briefly, and only then from a distance. And that, to be honest, was kind of exciting, as evidence by the tingles the encounters gave his crotch, not to mention the raging erection he had just a few minutes ago. But he had not been close to anyone today in his nude state, except Miss Christi, and he was suddenly filled with a sense of dread.
Miss Christi was already out of the car and starting up the sidewalk when she turned, saw Joe was dawdling, and commanded, “Joe, get out of the car and walk with me. Now!”
“Yes maam”, came his resigned reply.
Joe looked nervously around the neighborhood for signs of life, but saw none except for a fairly steady parade of cars going up and down the street. Having no choice but to exit, Joe quickly opened the door, stepped out of the car, cupped his gentials, and trotted towards Miss Christi. He was immediately met with a chorus of honking horns, this completely naked man with a bright red ass running from a convertible.
They walked together up the front walk, onto the porch, and approached the front door. Joe was already crimson with embarrassment, but now his his stomach was nervous with anxiety. Miss Christie pressed the doorbell button, then opened the door a crack and called in,
“Kate, it’s me, Christi! Do you mind a visit.”
“Christi, Oh heavens no I don’t mind! Come in dear. I’m in the kitchen, I’ll be right there. Make yourself comfortable.”
So in they entered a homey and immaculate living room, Joe carefully keeping his privates covered, wondering how he was going to handle this very awkward situation. His curiosity ceased, however, when from a hallway emerged a matronly woman of about 65 years of age. She was wearing dark glasses and was sweeping the path ahead of her with a white cane. She was blind, and Joe immediately felt a guilty sense of relief.
He quickly looked to Miss Christi, who gave him a quick wink and then turned her attention to Kate. The two women exchanged hugs and warm greetings; Joe could see that they were clearly dear friends.
Then Kate said, “Someone else is here, am I right.”
“You’re right Kate. This is my friend Joe. Joe, this is an old family friend, Kate Johnson”.
Joe stepped towards the older woman and extended his hand, using the other to keep his penis concealed. Kate, however, opened her arms for a hug, leaving Joe no choice but to uncover himself and put his arms around the woman. She pulled him close and gave him a long and loving embrace, Joe well aware that his genitalia was pressed against this sweet and kindly woman.
“You’re not wearing a shirt, Joe, “said Kate, “it must be quite warm outside.”
“Indeed it is, maam," replied Joe, self concious again,"Please forgive me for not being dressed properly. I wasn’t aware we would stopping by”.
“No worries, Joe," Kate happily chirped, "I’m just happy to meet Christi’s new friend. She talks about you often!” What a lovely woman, thought Joe to himself.
After they disengaged from their hug, Joe stepped back and turned to Miss Christi, and saw that she had been videotaping their hug; a younger nude man embracing an older, blind woman. Joe immediately was disappointed in Miss Christi, for she was clearly exploiting this poor woman’s handicap for her own cruel pleasure. He now wanted this entire episode to end and be done with Miss Christi forever. Joe need only endure this visit and then he would tell Miss Christi to take him home.
And so for the next several minutes the women made small talk, while Joe sat on the sofa and tried to follow along with the conversation. Eventually, however, Joe became bored and turned his attention to the number of framed photos on the wall. Most were of Kate at various stages of her life, all in costumes of one sort or another. When there was a break in the ladies' conversation, Joe asked Kate,
“Kate, are you an actress?”
“I was an actress,” she replied, “until I lost my sight. Regional and community theatre, mostly. A few touring companies…even a bit of film work…” her voice trailing off as if she was lost in memories.
Joe’s heart went out to this warm and endearing lady, who’s proud career had apparently been cut short by whatever caused her blindness.
“Kate was really quite good,” Christi said, “I love, I mean I loved, watching her perform”.
An awkward silence followed. Kate then changed the subject, as well as the mood in the room.
“Joe, I’ve known Christi here since she was a little girl. Her family lived next door and I babysat her every summer and after school, when I wasn’t orking. Such a bright and happy child”, and then, leaning in the direction of Joe, she said in a lower voice, “and a bit of a hellraiser too, if I say so myself. When this youngster acted up, I put her over my knee and gave her swats on her little behind…”
“Now Kate, Joe doesn’t want to hear about that…” said Miss Christi.
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