Jewels

I really was looking forward to seeing him on Saturday. And yet even then, even though his photo with his glasses on had kept me comfortable every night through the week, or maybe because of that - I was still a bundle of nerves. I wasn�t sure exactly what I had gotten myself into here - this was unknown territory. This was stepping over that line, you know, the comfort zone. I was stepping into another world, a world of Victorian style freak-show carnality almost, lusting for someone�s disability. Good grief what was I DOING? And - instead of running from the reality of the darkness of it all there I was eagerly looking for my sideshow attraction. Ladies and Gentlemen, the very myopic man......

We�d arranged to meet in a park, a neutral zone. It was busy, but you couldn�t miss those glasses, and he would stand out in any crowd anyway. He was well over six feet tall and extremely buff. He dressed to show off his muscles and I didn�t blame him one bit. Yes, some people were looking at him, some discreetly, but others more obviously, and a group of young guys were pointing and giggling. A wave of protectiveness came over me and instead of the carefully rehearsed words I had planned, I found myself making a big display of rushing towards him and embracing him, right in front of our �audience�. Their reaction was priceless, and I knew exactly what they were thinking - �How did the guy in the weird glasses get that knockout blonde with the big hooters� - because one of them stopped laughing and looked at me pathetically. I gave him the finger, and hugged my man tighter.

I guess I�d taken him aback a little, he smiled at me but seemed overcome.

�I�m sorry� I said �I�ve just waited so long!�

He seemed completely reassured by that, and then we both trotted out our rehearsed pieces, both realizing exactly what we were doing, and then both falling into fits of laughter and hugging again, even more warmly. I was suddenly very grateful that we�d agreed to meet in a public place because I think if we�d been alone I�d have jumped him right there - I suddenly found the song �Why Don�t We Do It In The Road� was playing in my head.

We wandered through the park, hand in hand, and we talked about all sorts of things. For someone tall and with an obvious difference, he stood very straight and confident, and walked with a good stride. I got the feeling his self-esteem was generally high, after all, he really was a handsome guy, but girls can be strange. I should know. Looking up at him as we chatted I got to see his glasses from other angles. They were amazing, the lenses were half an inch thick at the sides. They sparkled in the sunlight like jewels. I felt like I was on a date with a huge blond diamond.

By this time we�d reached the ocean front and we sat on the sand. It was hot but the breeze took the edge off, and we were able to relax completely. I couldn�t take my eyes off his glasses, but I didn�t have to. I was doing what any dutiful girl does on a date, gazing into her man�s eyes. I�d made my mind up, 100% by this point. This was what I wanted. It was going to be a wild ride though.

He suggested a movie. I hadn�t been to the movies in such a long time, and it sounded a very romantic proposition, intimate and yet still public, for delicacy. I didn�t want him to get the wrong idea - ah there�s the rub. My desires for him went beyond romantic, but I couldn�t rush it and put him off. He seemed so wholesome, so well brought-up and gentlemanly.

We chose a fun movie. I cursed the armrest between us but he did at least put his arm around my shoulder. So I put my head on his. I was enjoying the show but it didn�t have my full attention. I found myself gazing at him instead, and then, oh my, it happened again - I started to get really turned on. Maybe I gave off some hormone at that point, or it was just a coincidence but he chose that moment to stroke my hair and kiss me, just quickly. Ooh! That was nice! Too nice in fact.....I was excited. I had to hold back.  I didn�t want to give the impression that I didn�t like it. I loved it, but I couldn�t let this continue here. I gave him a peck on the cheek in return, and my face touched his glasses. That was it. I had to excuse myself

�I�ll be right back, hold on, don�t go anywhere....� I said and rushed for the ladies� room, where I had to relieve my frustration. Then I had to get myself back together very quickly. I splashed some water on my face, counted to twenty, took a deep breath, and returned.

He began to kiss me again. I couldn�t do this.

�Not here, I said� grabbed his hand and led him out the emergency exit.

I knew of a very quiet spot with trees that wasn�t too far. It was far enough that by the time we got there I felt a sense of urgency I can�t describe. He didn�t push me away when I put my hand right on his crotch, and from what I felt inside he was as ready for this as I was, and I opened my shirt for him! I�m proud of my beasts, they�re the real thing, and way oversized for my frame, and he seemed to like them too, especially when they fell out into his hands. He undid his pants, then pulled down mine, and without further ado he pushed his erection inside me. It�s not true what they say about tall guys, he was big everywhere. I don�t think I�ve ever made love so passionately before or since. After all I was sex-starved and I think maybe he was too. We reached the beautiful high together and I heard a voice cry out somewhere, then realized it was mine. He was in no hurry to leave me and I was in no hurry for him to go. After some more kisses and his big gentle hands exploring every square inch of my breasts we made love again, a little less hurried this time. He stroked my hair, and my cheek, and I did his, and I made sure I included his glasses as I was stroking. He smiled. Maybe he knew.


I wanted him to meet my friends. I was very proud of him yet I felt certain they�d not understand. So maybe not yet, I had to have time to think about that. Instead, I accepted his invitation to go back with him and stay the rest of the weekend at his parents� home, which quite conveniently, we would have all to ourselves. �They�re in Atlanta, and no-one else has a key, we�ll be completely undisturbed.�

It was a nice drive down the coast, we chatted very comfortably, and the journey seemed to be too soon over. I loved watching him drive - there was something erotic about the way those beautiful glasses enabled him to see the road ahead - I can�t explain it. Where he lived was stunning. His family were obviously not short of money, as they�d bought him a brand new car for college and there were two others parked in the garage. I knew he was an only child so these were obviously his parents�. Very nice.

The house was open-plan, very light, very modern. So different to the gothic pile I came from out east. His room was large and had a king-size bed  �It�s the only one long enough for me� he laughed. He left the drapes wide open - the house was surrounded by trees, and we had total privacy. We wasted no time and undressed each other fully. He looked at me all over, ran his hands up and down my body, and pronounced me perfect. He knelt before me like a medieval knight worshipping his lady, bowed his head, and joked that he was not worthy. I lifted his chin, looked him straight in the eye and said he was the only one worthy. He smiled so warmly I thought I�d melt. It was a special knowing smile. He knew I�d accepted him without any proviso.

He�d had so many of those before apparently. Girls would show interest in him, or at least pretend to, because he really was a very attractive guy, but they always ended up asking him could he perhaps wear contacts, and then he knew. That wasn�t what he wanted. He wanted to be accepted as is. I had demonstrated that I accepted him fully, with no questions. With no ifs or buts. So he offered me the information freely. No, he couldn�t wear contacts, it wasn�t an option. And he could see nothing at all without his glasses, so that was who he was. Take it or leave it. I took it. Twice more that night actually, and then we slept peacefully until midday on Sunday......

I woke first and got my first chance to see him without his glasses on. I realized it was something I wasn�t going to see very often, so I relished it, and there he was, just like the first photo he sent me, he looked like an angel as he slept. His glasses were on the nightstand beside him, and not knowing how soundly asleep he was, I resisted the urge to reach over and handle them. I knew I�d get a chance eventually. It could wait. I expected him to put them on the moment he woke, but he didn�t. He turned to me, smiled, and made love to me again, this time in his blindness. I felt like I was getting a treat, something others didn�t see. Yes, that was it, this version of him, was mine. And it was precious. I later found out that the photo I had of him not wearing his glasses was the only one in existence.

I found out lots of other things too. How he never remembered a time when he didn�t wear glasses. He showed me baby photos of him in tiny glasses. I found out he was so helpless without them that he never went anywhere without a spare pair in a pocket somewhere. I also found out something else that I really didn�t expect - he had no animosity towards his poor sight, and he liked his glasses. His animosity was reserved for people who didn�t share his feelings! He was very comfortable with who he was, and was delighted - and surprised - that he�d finally met someone like me.

Someone like me. A weirdo. Oh but the truth could wait. Despite all his openness and honesty I still had to hold back the awful truth. I�d developed a fetish. There was no other way to describe it. I only had to THINK about his glasses and I felt a twinge of pleasure. I wasn�t sure if he could handle that. He was a very passionate man, but I really didn�t know about that.

He drove me home quite late. We�d had a fabulous weekend, and now we had to concentrate on our studies at our respective places of learning. He was in his post-graduate year and had a lot to do. He�d given up two whole days to me and would probably have to work through the night now. I was a bit behind myself. So we agreed that we would see each other again in two weeks. He kissed me 14 times as if to mark off each day. I watched him drive away, and I went up to face the music. Helena and Rani were absolutely frantic to hear where I�d been all this time, and I just smiled and winked.

�Oh my God!� yelled Helena, �you�ve been screwing David!� She really had a way with words. Breathlessly, she turned to a bemused Rani, who remembered hearing me mention him, but couldn�t remember where. �You remember� she berated Rani �the guy she talks to on-line all the time - THEY GOT TOGETHER!!�.

Then she remembered - �Did he wear those glasses?� and I told her he wore them all the time, except when sleeping, the whole story. Well, not quite the whole story.

Rani insisted on seeing the photos of him, and just gave me one of her looks. You never quite knew what she was thinking, but I got the impression she thought I�d lost it. She said nothing.

�Anyway� I told them, �you�ll get to meet him in two weeks time, so be nice to him, OK?�

�Damn� said Helena �I�m going to be away most of that weekend.�

�Your loss� I said.

Two weeks can drag, but I kept myself busy. I got everything up to date then spent Friday evening cleaning our apartment. Helena was not what you�d call house proud, and Rani was hardly ever in. She was one of the library denizens. A serious student who could teach me a thing or two about sticking to my plans. But only a few weeks to go until finals and I could relax.

David arrived exactly when he said he would, and Rani had already left. Helena was just leaving and I introduced him to her, she winked at me as she left and he noticed, and grinned.

�So� I said �Welcome to my spider�s web�.

�Am I trapped?� he laughed, and looked confused. Well, I�d started now, so I ought to go through with it, I�d spent two weeks planning this, and going crazy with desire for him.

�Well, maybe� I said, cautiously �I, um,  had this idea�

�OK�, tell me. He gave me a look that reassured me. I felt he was open to anything. I crossed my fingers.

�Well, I hope this doesn�t scare you......I was thinking maybe I could take your glasses away from you, and hold you as my blind sex-slave. Just for a few hours anyway. You can have them back any time if you ask, of course.�

�You�re a very soft jailer� he said. �OK�

Simple as that! Wow! So that�s what we did. He submitted, I made all the moves. I deadlocked the door, in the rare chance that Rani would come back, took his glasses off, stripped him naked, and led him to my bed. The smile never left his face. He placed so much trust in me. We did it until we could do it no more. I dressed him, and gave him his glasses back. I loved putting them on him and watching his look change.

�If we keep this up� he said �you�ll go blind too!�

�Aha!� I said �We know how you spent your previous lives then!�

Somehow I saw him as a Viking. A big strong Viking marching into villages and having the women beg to be taken first.

At precisely the time I expected Rani to return, after we were both decent, had eaten, and were just hugging on the couch in front of the TV, she walked in and gave him a cold greeting. I wasn�t very happy with her. I was particularly displeased when she joined us without asking and said �Those are some glasses you�ve got there, what�s your Rx?� Rani always seemed to know the technical side to everything, even though she was a business major. But of course she wore glasses herself, so maybe this was fair conversation between two �fellow� myopes. I hoped he didn�t mind. He actually seemed amused, and told her readily.

�Interesting� she said �I thought these days even at that strength you could get thinner lenses.�

�Yes,� he said �you can.....but I like these�.

They exchanged an odd look which was lost on me. She shrugged, finished what she was eating and went back out. I apologized for her rudeness.

�It�s OK� he said �That reply surprises most people.� and he laughed to himself.

The next morning when I awoke, he was already up. He was sitting drinking coffee at the table and talking to Rani. I hoped her coldness wasn�t covering sinister motives, and I was somewhat jealous. Instead of making my presence known straightaway I eavesdropped.

She was going on about thinner lenses again. I wanted to smack her and tell her to leave him alone, but he had the upper hand.

�Then I�d be missing out on half the fun� he said  �don�t you understand?�

I certainly didn�t, and I walked forward, not even trying to cover the fact I�d been listening. I glared at Rani, and sat down beside David, looking confused. She grabbed her bag and walked out.

�I don�t understand David� I said �What is she saying�

�She�s saying that modern optics can produce thinner, lighter lenses with the same strength. They�ve become the norm, everyone wants them. They�re expensive for my Rx, but I can afford it, I choose to stay with these thicker, heavier lenses. I like them. I like the way they feel, and I like the way I look in them. But most of all I like the effect they have on you.�

�I think they�re great,� I told him honestly �in fact....well.....they turn me on.�

�I know,� he said, laughing �it�s obvious! So, you think I want to mess that up? Not a chance!�

I felt a bit silly, but also relieved. He saw right through me, and I hadn�t realized. But I had to add �but you know I�d love you anyway, you do know that, right? I mean, I fell in love with you before I saw them, you must know that. They�re just...a bonus!�

He nodded, he understood very well. Something told me I hadn�t been the first.

�You�d be surprised� he confirmed �Quite a few women, more than you�d expect,  really go for guys in strong glasses. I don�t exactly know why, and I don�t care. I�ve come across some, OK I admit I sought them out, but in other ways, they weren�t really my type. Anyway, I was just a young guy getting some action. It was OK. But you, you�re everything I could ever want in a woman, and, you love me as I am, and you love me as I�m not. You love me helpless and you love me strong. I can�t ask for any more than that. You can indulge your fetish and so can I. We�re made for each other.�

�Well,� I said laughing �if you put it like that!�

Then he explained how he never let anyone try them on no matter how insistent they were. He said �I�ve had to deck a few guys in my time. They always seem surprised I can fight. I tell them it�s only my eyes that are weak.� Well, if they didn�t realize that, then they deserved all they got, it was obvious what a powerful man he was. But he said I could try them on, so that I knew. I felt really honored. It was like the ultimate gesture of trust. I couldn�t see a thing through them, and they were very heavy, and of course still warm. I handed them back.

�But really� I said �It doesn�t bother you that I have..this fetish..which incidentally I didn�t KNOW I had until you came along.....you don�t think I�m weird, you really don�t mind?�

�Mind? I love it! Look...how can I feel any other way, when you are just reflecting my vibe? Oh how can I explain it to you Dana....I know, you�ve got really big breasts, and they�re fabulous. They get me right HERE...� and he took my hand and put it on his the bulge in his jeans, which was growing as we spoke......�well, tell me, how do you feel about your own breasts? Do you hate them?�

�No�

�OK then, tolerate them?�

�No�

�Wish they weren�t QUITE so big?�

�No�

�Do you like them?�

�Yes�

�Love them�

�Yes�

�Get a kick out of them yourself, even when no-one else is around?�

�Yes�

�And they�re part of who you are right? And you enjoy your own attributes? And as an added bonus others enjoy them too? You don�t mind that do you? If someone makes fun of them do you care?�

Then I understood. I understood exactly what he was trying to tell me. I never needed to doubt it, this was going to be incredible.


Part Three