In the Theatre

[blinddude]

"Sometimes, it sucks being a blind guy," Sean thought as he sat alone in the empty theatre. He had been waiting here for a half hour now, and not a sign of anyone from his community theatre group. As it turned out, they had chosen to meet in another location. There was a note on the door, but how was he supposed to know that? So in he had come, down he had sat, and now he was alone, hoping someone would show up.

The worst of it was, he was horny. He had very minimal experience with women. No sex at all, in fact. Oh he had learned a lot, been to a lot of web sites, listened to a lot of really hot audio, but never had he actually gotten any. As a result, his sex drive was extremely high, and here it was now, poking at him, or rather, out in front of him But he was alone, right?

He listened hard, trying to be sure. Of course, you could never be entirely sure. Some people had a nack for being quiet. Still, he couldn't hear anything. And so his left hand began to move up the leg it had been sitting on, then the thigh, and then... There it was. He cupped his cock, already hard and straining to escape his jeans. The fact that he was doing this where he was used to being around a lot more people was even more of a turn on. Slowly, he began stroking himself, moving his hand back and forth, back and forth, his sensations slowly building.

 

[sensual_woman]

Emily had been sitting in the office doing some last minute administrative duties for the small theater she worked for. Never a fan of the arts she found that being in possession of a Masters degree did not open suitable employment doors like it once did. The bubble bust when the $1500 worth of suitable attire gained her not one foot hold in her search for that elusive job in her career field.

She glanced down at the cancellation notice from the community theater group that always met here on Wednesday nights. It was their slowest nights and the next to nothing rates gave the group somewhat of a chance at fine tuning their production. She knew the gentleman who spearheaded the group as a quirky gentleman who always wore dark shades and seemed to always be latching onto people. Emily soon came to discover that he was blind and despite his disability had a tremendous mind for the arts. Putting her palms down on the desk she looked around the sparse office looking for anything else needing her attention. Seeing none she lifted her petite 5'6" frame from her chair and doused the lights.

Walking through the lobby of the empty theater she began securing the front doors and checking the restrooms to insure they were empty. As she passed the double doors leading to the theater she saw the note fastened to the door announcing change of location. "God I hope someone told the blind guy" she murmured to herself, realizing she never asked his name. Gently she pushed the door open and stepped onto the thick carpet silencing her foot steps.

Walking down the middle of the darkened theater she glanced from side to side making sure no one was still here. Nervously she giggled to herself as to just what she would do had there been an intruder. She recalled the incident from almost a year ago when a man surprised her in the theater and grabbed her from behind. He had wrestled her to the ground and ripped her blouse open exposing the fact she did not wear a bra. His hands fumbled with the short dress, which she always wears regardless of time of year and managed to yank her bikini panties to the side. She remembered what she had been taught by an older brother many years ago. She relaxed and allowed him to think she was submitting to him. With his attention diverted while undoing his trousers Emily delivered a knee to his groin. His face jolted forward where she delivered a well placed heel of her palm to his mouth and nose. She listened at teeth shattered and his nose crunching as her blow shattered his nose, blood spurting everywhere. He stood up in agony, holding his swollen and lopsided nose in his hands, tears flowing down his cheeks. In horror he fled the theater never to be seen again.

Emily stopped short when she thought she saw someone moving down towards the bottom of the steps. Cautiously Emily moved one step at a time, ready to abandon her heels at a moments notice and dart up the steps. Growing closer she heard soft moans coming from the chair. Was this person hurt she thought?

Emily looked to her left and saw what the moaning was about. The blind guy was still here, oblivious to the note his group left on the door, and obviously unaware of her presence.

The massive lump in his pants took her by surprise as his hand was sliding up and down its entire length.

"OH MY GOD!!!" Emily blurted out before covering her mouth with her hands.