Author's Note:

The following visual is inspired by my story "Wander Lust". Although you won't find this vizzy there, the characters and their relationships are the same.
Enjoy.


Part 1

His hand was trembling slightly in hers as Lynne led him through the door to her room. She bit her lip as her eyes scanned the mess she'd hadn't bothered to clean up from her last client, then she remembered that Nick couldn't see and she felt slightly better. Still, she led him onto the chair by the window and sat him down.

"Give me a minute." she said stroking his soft face. Reaching over to the bed, she pulled the sheets off and stuffed them under the bed. She grabbed new ones from her closet. Lynne hadn't been in the mood for any more sleeping partners tonight but there was something about this young man's sweet face that caught her attention. He had walked into the saloon, walking stick in front of him, and hopped onto a stool to down three whiskey's in a row, seeming to be trying to work up to say something important. Lynne watched his face, his eyes, sightless. Poor thing was blind as a bat.

She watched ugly Debbie Mahoney reach down to pinch the boy's ample behind.

"You up for a good time tonight,sweet thing?" Debbie asked after Nick had jumped, startled. Nick wrinkled his nose at the puff of scotch that blasted his way from Debbie's mouth and Lynne smiled as his face reddened.

"I..... uh.... well I kinda wanted....maybe after you sobered up a little?" Nick asked lifting his shoulder in a shrug.

Lynne tilted his head to study him. Blond hair, soft like silk by the look of it. Blue eyes bright as sapphire,even if they didn't work. Broad shoulder's that filled out a crisp white shirt. Brown well fitting trousers. He'd dressed for the occasion, Lynne thought with a smile.

"Hey Hamilton, you gonna quit gawking at the jackass at the bar and take up my offer or am I wasting my time here?" Mitch Stoler asked rubbing her bottom impatiently. Poor guy, some one who looked like that had no business with an ugly old lush like Debbie Mahoney. Nick's spine stiffened as he heard Mitch's comment about him and Lynne watched him turn around in his stool. His fingers wrapped around his half empty glass. Long fingers,thick fingers Lynne thought with a deep tug between her legs. Hmmmm, interesting. It wasn't many of her clients that made her think that bedding them could be fun. Sorry Mahoney, this one's mine, Lynne said silently. She rose up from Mitch's table.

"Hey, where the hell are you going?" Mitch asked, annoyed.

"Back to work," she said smiling at the all too rare shiver of anticipation that warmed her belly. Would it feel different with a blind man? Lynne wondered as she walked towards the bar.

"Hi Honey. How ya doing tonight?" Lynne asked.

Nick's mouth curved in a small smile. Almost shyly. "Well....I'm okay...it's just that...."

"You new in town, handsome?"

"Kinda, I'm staying with a friend."

"Hmmm, female?" Lynne asked running a finger along the back of his hand.

Nick swallowed hard. "Not even close." he replied with a snicker. "That's why I'm here....I um....well."

Lynne had never seen this particular shade of red on a man's face before. "Wanna buy me a drink sweetie?" Lynne asked placing a hand on his shoulder. Strong shoulder, well muscled. Oh yes indeed, this one would be fun.

"Yeah, what do ya like?" Nick asked.

"Whatever your pleasure is, if ya get my meaning," Lynne said softly.

"Loud and clear," Nick said with a nervous swallow.

"Would you like some company tonight honey?" Lynne asked. He exhaled in relief at not having to ask.

"Yeah, I would." he nodded.

After she made the bed, Lynne walked back towards Nick and took his hands in hers. They were ice cold.

"How old are you sweetie?" Lynne asked rubbing his hands to warm them.

"Twenty four," Nick replied.

"Hmmm, don't meet many virgins that age."

Nick's head snapped as if she slapped him. "I'm not a virgin," he insisted indignantly.

"You ain't?" Lynne asked cocking an eyebrow.

"No, I've had sex lots of times! Just not since....well....since I went blind." Nick said.

"Oh, so you weren't born that way? What happened?" Lynne asked lifting him to his feet.

"An accident," he said vaguely. "A little over two months ago."

"Oh, that's too bad. I gotta say though, someone who looks like you shouldn't have any trouble getting any girl in town to lift her skirts," Lynne said beginning to unbutton his shirt.

"Well, I would....but I'm not sure if...who'd wanna...ah forget it. It's stupid." Nick said in exasperation. He pulled away from her.

"Just cause your eyes don't work doesn't mean your cock doesn't," Lynne pointed out grabbing his hand before he could walk out.

"I don't like it when people look at me cause I can't see them. If I liked a girl and I wanted to sleep with her....well....what if she laughed at me cause I don't know what to do anymore?" Nick shrugged.

"You think it'll feel different cause you're blind?" Lynne asked studying the markings on his chest."Wow..... I've seen one or two of these on a man, but lordy man."

"You don't like them right?" Nick asked.

"Well I don't dislike them.....kinda interesting...you're like one of them fancy schmancy art places.....what are they called?"

"Art galleries." Nick offered.

"That's it......Don't they hurt?" she asked tracing her finger along the lines of a small foot on his chest.

"Not anymore." Nick smiled at her, she'd put him at ease.

"Now back to the matter at hand. Women ain't changed over a few months. Wwhat's your name honey?"

"Nick."

"Well Nick, everything is still where you remember it," Lynne said with a smile. She took a big wide hand and placed it against her breast. Nick sucked in his breath and leaned his head down hoping for her lips and not her nose. Lynne took a startled step back.

"What? Oh fuck, I screwed it up didn't I? See? This is never gonna work, I'm gonna go." Nick bit back tears of humilation and in his haste to leave, slammed head first into the door. "Shit!"

"No, wait Nick stop....It's not...well....the men that....we don't kiss," Lynne explained hastily, not wanting him to think she was rejecting him.

"Oh," he said slowly. "Well, doesn't that kinda cut out on the fun if ya don't kiss?.....I'm kinda good at the kissing," he said with a small smile.

Lynne watched the sweet curve of his mouth. "Hmmm, well one ain't in my line of work for the fun honey. But yeah, I don't think I'd mind at all if you kissed me," Lynne decided, seeing how important it was to prove to himself he could still be a good lover. Lynne reached up and cradled his face in her hands. She considered herself to be a tall woman but yet she had to lift herself on tiptoe to reach his mouth even as he lowered his head to meet her mouth. Lynne felt a hot shiver shoot down her spine as Nick's mouth softly parted hers. His tongue darted out uncertain against her teeth....good lord, nobody had kissed her since her long dead husband and Lynne sank into the kiss with a sigh, parting her teeth. Nick's hands moved up the back of her dress and he let out an annoyed whimper and pulled back.

"Ah shit. That's gonna take forever isn't it?" he asked, pulling on the whalebone of her corset.

"Not really," she assured him as she leaned down and ran her mouth along the soft bristles of his beard. As she manouvered out her dress and corset, she distracted him by running her tongue along his nipples. He let out an almost pained sigh. His hands went up into her hair and brought her mouth back to his and Lynne felt that same pleasant jump in her pulse...he was right.....he was good at the kissing. Lynne felt herself grow moist between her legs, shocking herself slightly. She usually kept some cream by the bed to help with that but she had a funny feeling that tonight she wouldn't need it.

Nick let out a gasp of surprise when his fingers now touched smooth bare skin. "Wow that was fast." he exclaimed.

"I certainly hope not," Lynne said saucily as she led him to the bed.

"If I do something.....I mean....if I end up not...." Nick stammered, embarassed.

"I promise to let you know if you stick it in my belly button," Lynne cracked unbuttoning his pants.

Part 2