Brazen Blind Masseur

“Ah…” I was fast asleep until sensual sounds began emerging from the room next door. I could not resist approaching the wall, pressing my ear against it. I could hear two people making out, their lips sliding over one another’s wetly as the bed creaked rhythmically. My eyes went wide. My cousin, Martin Jackson, slept next door along with his girlfriend, Donna Williams. I knew they had to be having s*x. In fact, Donna’s moans were giving me a hard-on. Instantly, I pictured her voluptuous body. The moment I thought about her having s*x with my cousin, I could not help but get a stiffy. If only I could see Donna naked! That was an impossibility, as I had lost my sight in a car accident. If Martin had not taken me in, I would probably be on the streets. How could I fantasize about his girlfriend when he was already being so kind to me? I could not help but feel guilty about it. I crept back into bed and covered my ears, trying not to listen to them. However, Donna’s moaning was simply intoxicating, and she was only getting louder. Energy coursed through me, and my hands reached instinctively downward and started sliding up and down my c**k. I fantasized about Donna's beautiful body. Well - about what her body had to be like. Martin was quite handsome, so Donna had to be a knockout too. I felt terribly annoyed. If not for the accident, I would have been able to see her! Guilt swept through me, and I was so repulsed by myself that I banged my head against the wall angrily. My head began to ring, and I clutched my head, moaning. For the first time since the accident, I began to perceive light. As the pain in my head subsided, my surroundings gradually turned brighter. My eyes flew wide open in shock. I had regained my sight! I jumped off the bed, eager to tell Martin the good news. Then, I realized that smashing my head against the wall had created a tiny hole! I pressed one eye against the hole, peering through it. Martin’s strong, muscular body atop Donna’s, and his large hands were cupping her breasts almost reverently. Donna was moaning non-stop, her hips bucking upwards and slapping against his. Oh my god. I felt my c**k get impossibly harder at the sight. I swallowed compulsively as I started stroking myself again, trying to keep quiet. However, before I was able to c*m, Martin groaned loudly and lay down, gasping before rolling off Donna. I saw her frown slightly, clearly unhappy, but she did not say a thing. Instead, she stood up and walked out, and I heard the sound of running water from the bathroom outside. Her body was perfect, just like I had imagined - her breasts were beautifully perky, and I was mesmerized by the sway of her hips as she walked. My cousin had bought this place a long time ago. Neither of the bedrooms came with an attached bathroom, so everyone had to use a common bathroom. As I peeked through the hole again, I saw Martin lying on the bed, snoring quietly. I pictured Donna standing under the running water, running a soapy loofah over the curve of her breasts and her ass, and I began to stroke myself again. Wait! That’s not fair to Martin, I told myself, letting go of my c**k with a great effort. I was just in time. KNOCK KNOCK! The sudden knocks on the door startled me, and I pulled up my pants hurriedly before rolling over to lie on my stomach. “Logan, are you asleep?” Donna asked softly. I swallowed thickly. “Not yet,” I replied. “Oh. In that case, I'm coming in to get some clothes,” Donna explained as she opened the door and walked in. She was naked! I had lain down with my head turned towards her, and I had to fight to make sure that I did not appear turned on or startled. After all, she had entered naked because she had thought that I could not see her. Thank god I’m lying on my front, I thought. Otherwise, there’s no way she’ll miss seeing my boner. It was pure torture to watch her moving around naked, but I lay very still. She was my cousin’s girlfriend, not mine. “I left my clothes in your cabinet! Sorry about that,” Donna apologized. I nodded, keeping my eyes half-shut as I watched her take a stool, stand on it, and start looking for her clothes in my cabinet. I felt like I was going to explode. Standing on the stool on her tiptoes was making her back arch most deliciously, highlighting her peachy ass. “Oh no!” Donna yelped, losing her balance! Swiftly, I leaped up and caught her, keeping her from crashing to the floor. Damn it! Holding her in my arms made me shiver, especially since she now knew that I knew she was naked. “Logan, did I hurt you?” Donna asked shyly as I set her down on the floor. “No, you didn’t!” I replied, shaking my head anxiously. I kept my eyes turned down to the floor, not daring to look at her. “Okay.” Donna nodded. She reached her hand out and patted my head affectionately. “God is unfair. How could you lose your sight?” The moment I heard what she said, I felt even more flustered. After all, I had already regained my sight. But how could I tell them? If I did, Donna and Martin would probably slaughter me. Donna shook her head before turning to leave the room. The moment she did, she yelped. Even though I could see everything, I did not dare mention it. Instead, I acted dumb and asked, “Donna, what happened?” “I sprained my foot when I fell,” Donna said sadly as she bent over to rub her foot. “Shall I massage it for you?” I volunteered. Donna turned to look at me in surprise. Then, she smiled and replied, “Oh yes! I nearly forgot that you’re an excellent masseur.” I had gone for training after I had recovered from the car accident, and had been working as a masseur for about a year. I would not call myself an excellent masseur, but I was touched by Donna’s attempt to be encouraging. At the same time, I felt guilty about lusting after her body. I sat motionless on my bed, waiting for her to make the next move. Donna sat down in front of me, raised her foot and plopped it in my lap. “Logan, please massage it then!” “Sure,” I agreed. Remember, you’re still blind, I told myself, putting my hand on her shin deliberately before sliding it down to Donna’s foot. “Mmm,” Donna moaned softly. She tipped her head back and closed her eyes in pleasure as I massaged the sole of her foot. She looked absolutely mesmerizing. The problem with pretending to be blind was that I had to look straight ahead, since I could not see what was in my hands. Looking straight ahead meant I had a clear view of Donna’s vulva, which she had shaved. The mound of her pubis glistened, still damp from her shower, and I could see just a hint of her labia peeking out underneath. Stop it, I told myself desperately, willing myself not to get hard. I worked her foot over until Donna began to quiver. Moments later, Donna looked at me and asked a little awkwardly, “Logan, do you know how to do a full body massage? Can you give me a full body massage?” I bit my tongue in surprise, nearly gasping aloud. Would that mean I got to touch her all over? “I’m only an average masseur. If you don’t mind, I could give you one,” I replied, trying to keep my voice from shaking. “You’re too humble. I trust your skills!” Donna smiled, then picked up the pajamas she had taken from the cabinet earlier and got dressed. She lay down on my bed and said, “Go ahead.” Even though she was clothed, she was only dressed in her pajamas. Since it was very sheer, she looked even more delectable in it. I inhaled sharply as I reached out, my hands shaking a little. She was lying on her front with her bubble butt exposed. Donna’s skin looked as smooth as satin. The instant I touched her, I felt a jolt and I pulled my hand back sharply. However, Donna did not realize it . She laid there, waiting for me to start with her eyes closed. Stop mincing around, I thought. The massage therapy that I had learnt was Chinese in nature, and I had been taught the different pressure points, along with how they corresponded with other parts of the body. One by one, I started working the heel of my hand into her back. By the time I was done with the last exertion spot, I was already dripping with sweat. Only some of it was due to the force I had been using- the rest of it was nervous sweat. I was a grown man. I had worked as a masseur for almost a year, but it was the first time I had ever felt so nervous. Donna’s body was so soft, softer than anyone else’s I had ever touched.