D for Daisy (The Blind Sleuth Mysteries 1)

D for Daisy Part 9: 1944 - A sinking feeling

The man thought, "Oh Lord, I'm really getting hot round the collar, even though I'm not wearing one!"

He was laying on his back, bare chested, on a padded massage table, and a physical therapist, a woman of course, was energetically kneading the left part of his chest and his shoulder. And the wonderful thing was that her ample but firm bosom was shaking with the effort just one foot from his face. Of course she was wearing a stiff white overcoat, but still...

The man, middle aged, bald pate, his body going to fat, suffered from a persistent electric tingling in his left elbow. So his GP had sent him over to this "physical therapist". Little had he known that this meant a masseuse: wonderful! And it had turned out that she was rather shapely and very attractive: even better! And then she happened to be blind; she was wearing a pair of dark, round glasses, and judging by the way she kept her head stiff, slightly turned away from the work at hand, she really had to be totally blind.

This in itself was rather off-putting, of course, but on the other hand, you could stare at the movements of her chest as much as you wanted, and she didn't notice a thing: as blind as a bat!

The man stared and stared. If you looked beyond the girl's dark glasses and the stiff neck, she was actually a quite luscious blonde creature. Even the frown on her haughty brow was attractive in a way. "I know you're hard to get, lady, but I'm ogling you all the same!" It was rather exciting.

The man started fantasising. "Once again I am Caius Lucullus, the Roman patrician, and I have ordered my prettiest slave to come to me and give me a massage... Of course I would have ordered her to take off her clothes, or better still, she would be wearing a very skimpy tunic... And I would put my left hand on her beautiful behind and fondle her buttocks to my heart's content..."

The man gulped. "Oh Lord, I'm getting a hard-on something terrible! It's a good thing that this sexy little number has no way of knowing what on earth is going on..." He sighed deeply. "God, now I really need to touch myself; if I don't give myself some relief, I'm going to burst! Shall I dare to do it? She can't see me anyway..." And just when he slowly, stealthily raised his right hand from the padded table and tried to grope his crotch, the blind girl's hand shot forward and she forestalled his movement. She pushed back his wrist. Then she lifted up the man's trouser front with her left hand, slipped her right hand inside his pants and firmly gripped his erect member in the vice of her powerful masseuse's fingers.

"Are you enjoying yourself, mister?"

"Ouch! Ouch! Stop it, Miss... How on earth could you tell, Miss?"

"It is Mrs Prendergast to you. And if you really want to know: I can read your thoughts... But apart from that: you've been panting like a randy dog from the moment I started my treatment."

"Good Lord, I had no idea! I'm terribly sorry!"

"Well, apology accepted. But keep your dirty mind in check from now on, yes?"

When Daisy got off for lunch, that day, she was feeling very tired and rather depressed. How could the others keep this up full time? She was glad to be working only two and a half days a week. And even that was a challenge. She went out into Hyde Park, not far from where she worked. The early-spring sun was shining, only noticeable to her as a slight and agreeable glow on her skin. She crossed Bayswater Road with a little help from a friendly old lady, then navigated by memory to a favourite bench near the Serpentine, where she wanted to eat her sandwiches.

Hyde Park had become a difficult terrain, with trenches, air raid shelters and antiaircraft guns. Apparently there were a lot of barrage balloons floating above it, but of course she had no idea how they looked. Someone had told her that they looked like huge sausages... Well, she'd had enough of big sausages for the day.