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Autumn’s colors hang over leaf-strewn sidewalks. Katlyn Parks, an early twenties beauty, is bundled against the cold season’s. She kicks leaves as she walks. Her head is hung low.
She passes Spence Cooper, a handsome mid-twenties man of honed manners, as he rakes a lawn. Spence watches Katlyn a second, then goes back to the task at hand.
Katlyn approaches a corner. She never looks up.
Spence glances at Katlyn as she steps into the street. A car looms and honks. Katlyn freezes. Spence drops the rake and runs.
Spence flies out of nowhere and pulls Katlyn to safety. They both tumble to the ground as the car speeds past.
Katlyn lies on the pavement. Her hands search for a fallen leaf. She finds one and spins it in her fingers.
“Are you okay?” Spence asks her.
Katlyn ignores him as she crunches the leaf and smells it.
“You’re lying in the middle of the street;” Spence added, gazing around.
Katlyn rolls over on her back and stares up at the red an gold trees. A wind rustles the leaves.
“I have always liked that sound,” she said with a pleasant smile.
She holds out her hand, and Spence helps her up.
“Alright?” he asks again.
“Yeah. Fine. Not a scratch,” she responded, unshaken.
“I’m – Spence,” he offered.
No response as Katlyn looks up and down the street.
“Which way is town?” she asked.
“Straight ahead, four blocks. New here?” Spence inquired.
“Passin’ through,” was all she offered.
Katlyn turns and walks away. Spence watches her with odd curiosity, then heads back to his yard. He picks up his rake, makes a few stabs at the leaves as he watches Katlyn. When she’s out of sight, he focuses on his work.
Katlyn arrives at a small coffee shop. She stops and smells the air, listens as a few people exit, and then steps in.
Quiet and cozy. Katlyn scans the room, then takes small steps toward the counter where a barrister makes a pot of coffee. She sees Katlyn.
“Help you?” the Barrister asks.
“Chai please. For here, Katlyn responds.
The Barrister prepares the drink and rings it up.
“Thank you. Um, what’s the name of this coffee house?” Katlyn asks
The Barrister gives her an odd look and points to a sign overhead.
“Stonyhead,” she respnded.
Katlyn turns and scans the room. She takes small steps as she moves toward an open window.
When she reaches the window, she lets the sun bathe her face. Her first smile.
She reaches for a chair and sits with her face to the window. She takes off her coat, takes a deep breath and then sips her chai. Her coal-black eyes glimmer with satisfaction.
Leaves fall outside the window as the sun sets.
The following morning is a glorious and warm day. Spence steps out into the morning sun with a bag of trash.
He walks to the curb to set the bag when he sees Katlyn across the street. She stands motionless, and stares at Spence. Spence goes to her.
“Good morning,” he said.
“I didn’t think you’d ever wake up,” Katlyn jokes. “I came to thank you.
“For?” Spence asks.
“Saving my life yesterday comes to mind,” she answers.
Spence watches her a second.
“Right place, right time is all,” Spence says with some humility..
An awkward silence. Katlyn holds out her hand to shake.
“I’m Katlyn,” she offers.
“Katlyn. Celtic for pure if I’m not mistaken,” Spence replied.
Katlyn beams her second smile. A few leaves fall, Katlyn watches in silence.
“Well, I just wanted to say thanks,” she said as she prepared to part ways.
Spence is intrigued by this mysterious woman. He doesn’t want to say goodbye so soon.
“Still passing through?” he asked, wanting to keep the conversation going.
Katlyn giggles.
“Sorta. I’m going to Stonyhead.
“They serve the best chai in town,” Spence informs her.
“So I discovered,” Katlyn replies.
More silence.
“I’m -- headed that way,” he blurts out. Hardly true, but at this point he would get his hair done if that’s what it took to keep in her company.
“Can you crunch the leaves as we walk?” she asks him with all sincerity.
“Absolutely!” Spence responds.
As they begin to walk, Spence crunches the leaves. Katlyn smiles.
“I wanted to be here before they all fell, Katlyn says out of the blue.
“I don’t – follow,” Spence says with a puzzled look.
“The leaves. They sing as they drop,” Katlyn explains.
They arrive at the coffee shop. After they order, Katlyn and Spence sit at a window table, where they share animated conversation, chai and pie. Katlyn is happy. Spence is happy.
“I’d like to go for a walk,” Katlyn said after finishing her chai.
Spence pats his belly.
“A walk is good,” he said with smile. “Don’t want these new calories getting too comfortable”.
Katlyn giggle as she stands. She puts on her coat, then scans the room, listens. She takes a step forward, bumps into a chair and stumbles a little.
Spence sees Katlyn feel for the chair and get her bearings.
“Are you -- blind, Katlyn?” he asks with concern.
A short silence.
“Is that a problem for you?” katlyn replies.
“No. No, of course not. Just, I didn’t – know,” Spence stammers.
They exit the coffee shop and walk toward Spence’ house, Katlyn suddenly stops.
“Listen!”, she whispers.
She holds out her hands as a leaf drops. She catches it, then crunches it. She smells the leaf.
“Smell”, she says.
“How did you -- know where ... ”, Spence responds with some confusion as he smells the leaves.
Katlyn smiles. “I told you. They sing.”
They arrive outside Spence’s house.
“You’re house, I believe,” Katlyn announces.
Spence is amazed if not dumbfounded.
“Um, I was just about to settle in for some music and a fire. Autumn traditions and all. My civic duty”, Spence jokes.
“This -- duty include wine?” Katlyn asks?
“Merlot,” Spence replies.
“Always works in a pinch!” and she holds out her hand. Spence guides her inside.
“So, how long does one – pass through?” Spence asks. He’s becoming attached to this odd and wonderful mystery woman.
“Long as it takes. You have a cat, don’t you?” Katly asks as the door closes.
Once inside, Spence pours wine, then sits on the sofa with Katlyn. They sip their wine.
“Why don’t you use a cane?” Spence asks. Katalyn looks just a little put out.
“I don’t want the whole world to know I’m blind,” she replies.
“But you were almost run over,” Spence says, a little surprised. Katlyn stares directly at Spence.
“People with eyes get run over all the time, do they not?” she asks with a hint if impatience.
“True,” Spence responds. He realizes his comment wasn’t really appreciated, and is about to offer up an apology before Katlyn pokes a big hole in his plan.
“Would you want the whole world to know you were menstruating?” she asks. Spence struggles a second to find the connection.
“No. I don’t know, I don’t menstruate,” is all he can mumble.
“Well, I don’t want the whole world to know when I’m menstruating, and I don’t want them to know I cannot see,” Katlyn says. “It changes nothing. Can we talk about something else?”
“Of course. Yes, of course,” Spence stammers. Katlyn smiles and sips her wine.
“Thanks. But one final note before we change the topic - Blind girls make far better lovers,” she proudly announces.
Awkward silence.
Katlyn senses the tension. She removes her coat and sets it next to her. Underneath she has on a very sensuous top and short but classy skirt that shows her physique.
Spence knows he can look without being seen.
“You’re staring,” Katlyn says with a grin.
“Sure you’re blind? Sorry, that was a stupid thing to say,” Spence responds without thinking.
Katlyn ignores the comment. “What kind of back yard do you have?” she asks.
Spence is relieved. “Private with a few nice trees. I use it as my refuge from the world.”
“Can you take me there?” Katlyn asks.
She holds out her hand. Spence takes it and leads her to a lush and spacious garden. Katlyn smells the air.
“You have a lot of plants. Flowers mostly,” she says with confidence.
“Yes I do. My other pets,” Spence jokes.
Katlyn smiles. “Can we sit under a tree?” She asks.
“Sure, that would be – nice,” Spence responds.
He leads her to one of the big trees. Leaves crunch under their feet.
“Thanks for not raking the leaves,” Katlyn beams as she drags her feet through them.
She finishes her wine and leans back on her elbows. She lets Spence drink in her beauty.
“How private?” she suddenly asks.
“Sorry?” Spence says with a bit of confusion.
“The yard. How private?” Katlyn says.
“Iron-clad! I like to garden naked,” Spence jokes.
Katlyn giggles.
“Finally you and I have something in common,” Katlyn smiles.
She scoops up a handful of leaves and crunches them, then inhales the scent.
“Ever realize how much the earth and the human body have in common?” she asks.
“Not sure I follow,” Spence responds.
“Textures, life and death, fragrances,” she says as she holds the leaves close to her face.
“Put that way, I can see the similarities,” Spence says as he leans to smell the crushed leaves in Katlyn’s hands
“Remind you of anything?” Katlyn asks.
“I can’t place it. I’d have to say no,” Spence sadlyadmits. He wants to please her, and he wants to say yes, but then she’ll ask. He sticks with honesty.
“So sad,” Katyn pouts. “The problem with eyes is that they blind you to everything else. Lay down”.
“Here?” Spence asks.
“Yes, here,” Katly replies as she gives Spence a little nudge.
Spence lay down and to his surprise Katlyn hikes her skirt then straddles his hips. Spence can just see her panties, and lets his eyes follow every thread and seam. Katlyn is one of those girls that can make a pair of panties look stuffed full. Her prominent mound is smothered with luxurious silky hairs, and her vulva is fleshy and soft. Spence knows she can sense his gaze and looks away.
“You can look if you want,” Katlyn smiles.
Spence peeks again at the voluptuous, silk-clad pussy, then looks away. It’s too much. Katlyn leans forward and lets her hair brush over Spence’ face and nose.
“What do you smell?” she asks.
Spence holds her hair under his nose and inhales.
“An expensive shampoo?” he mutters, knowing full well he messed up.
“Daffodils,” she says, a little disappointed. “A man who gardens naked should know the scent of daffodils.”
Spence knuckles himself on the head.
“You’re right. It’s daffodils,” he realizes out loud.
Katlyn moves up and offers her neck.
“I’ll give you that one free,” she teases. “And now?”
Spence relaxes. He takes his time and smells Katlyn’s neck.
“Close your eyes,” Katlyn whispers in his ear.
Spence closes his eyes. His nose just skims over Katlyn’s skin.
“A body oil. Um, Lily maybe. I think Lily. It’s not a perfume,” Spence says with some apprehension.
“Very good. I’m impressed,” Katlyn says.
She pops her top button, then offers her collarbone to Spence.
“And what about this one?” she asks, thoroughly enjoying the game and attention. “Eyes closed.”
Spence keeps his eyes closed and smells her skin. His frustration is clear.
“You have me stumped on this one,” he finally admits.
Katlyn moves so her other collar bone is over Spence’ nose.
“Try again,” she says.
Spence sniffs every inch of her exposed flesh. He just can’t figure this one out. A sighs in defeat.
“Sorry.”
Katlyn moves up so Spence’ nose is between her breasts.
“Last chance,” she whispers in a sexy and throaty voice. “Take your time, garden boy.”
Spence really struggles with it. Katlyn moves left to right, letting her skin glide over his nose. Her bra limits what skin is exposed.
“Wait,” Katlyn says as she unclasps her bra and exposes her breasts. “No peeking.”
Spence grabs one quick glance at Katlyn’s piunk and puffy nipple, then closes his eyes. He’s ready.
Katlyn leans down and resumes her left to right movements. Her nipples slide back and forth across Spencer’s lips and nose.
“The only flower without a scent is the orchid, so I’m going to go with that,” Spence says, pretty certain he’s wrong.
“Very good, but your use of deduction shouldn’t winyou a point. And orchids do have a scent, however subtle it may be,” Katlyn says.
She slides her nipples over Spence’ lips.
“Kiss me,” she whispers.
Spence kisses first one, and then the other nipple. Katlyn then moves up. Her soft belly hovers over Spence’ lips.
“There’s more?” he asks, finally relaxing and getting into this erotic game with this near stranger.
“Yes, more. My five favorite flowers. Guess them all, and you can make love to me. Two guesses each spot,” she says as she brushers her belly across Spence’ nose.
Spence inhales her skin. He knows this one immediately.
“Roses!” he exclaimes.
“Half point, Garden Boy,” Katlyn says. “What kind of rose?”
This is Spence’ territory of expertise. Now the game was in his court, and he wants to exploit it for as many points as he can garner.
“Hybrid musk. Probably an Autumn delight, appropriate choice seeing how you like the fall,” he announces with a tone of superiority and confidence.
Katlyn kisses his ear.
“Duly impressed,” she says.
Katlyn stands with her feet on either side of Spence’ head. Spence steals a glance up her dress as Katlyn then lets her toes dance across Spence’ lips.
“And on my feet?” she asks.
Spence savors each toe with his eyes glued to the silk treasure between Katlyn’s legs.
“You’re looking up my dress,” she scolds. “Close your eyes and concentrate.”
She knows of course that this is unfair. What man wouldn’t want to look at such a tempting morsel of femininity? The kisses and the game had made her pussy swell with anticipation, and she could feel herself pressing against the thin silk, as though her pussy had made up its own mind to escape the confines of the fabric.
Spence closes his eyes and breathes in her feet. He knows this one too. It’s all too familiar.
“Hyacinth,” he blurts out. “But you put it on some time ago. Yesterday maybe?”
Katly giggles. “You’re a better man blind, did you know that?” she asks as she pushes her toes against Spence’ lips. Spence sucks them into his mouth.
“One more flower to go. Ready?” she asks, her breath a little short.
“Ready,” Spence replies. He’s pretty sure what flower she is referring to, and his thought is confirmed when Katlyn slips her panties off and lets Spence look up her dress a few seconds. She then sits on his chest and blindfolds him with the panties.
“You really need to concentrate now. You’re down half a point,” she whispers as she ties a small knot.
She kisses his ear, then sets her pussy an inch from his nose.
“What am I wearing?” she asks as she lets the hairs tickle Spence’ lips.
The blindfolded Spence inhales deeply as he lets his nose dance over Katlyn’s vulva. Katlyn helps by swaying her hips.
Spence smiles. He knows this one all too well. It is his absolute favorite.
“Chrysanthemums,” he says with complete confidence, and ready to claim his prize.
Silence.
“Sure?” Katlyn asks.
“No doubt in my mind,” Spence replies as he reaches for the blindfold. Katlyn gently takes his hand away.
“Kiss me,” she whispers as she sets herself on Spence’ lips. Her eyes close as she relishes the kisses.
“Last chance,” she mutters in her broken breath. Spence stops kissing her warm and creamy pussy just long enough to respond.
“I’m certain,” he says as he risks adding his tongue to his adorations. He gets one delicious taste of Katlyn’s nectar before she moves down and kisses Spence’ with a sweet lingering kiss. She whispers in his ear.
“I’m not wearing anything,” she whispers in his ear “You lose.”
She unties the blindfold and puts her panties on. She then sits up and buttons her shirt. Spence is confused. Was she really that serious about the game?
Katlyn stands. She offers her hand and an angelic smile.
“Until we meet again, Garden Boy,” says with a cool distance in her voice. Spence sure doesn’t want to lose this beautiful and peculiar woman before him, but accepts his fate.
“Um, okay. Let me show you the way … “ he says as he stands. His penis is pushing against his zipper. He knows he doesn’t need to try and hide it.
“ … I know the way,” Katlyn says.
Spence watches as she walks back toward the house, finds the door, and is gone. All Spence can do is touch his lips and dream.
*****
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