In Plain Sight

The kiss in the Uber had been magic. He had moaned “how lucky I am to have met a woman as perfect as you”. The following day it was all Randi could think about as she went about her job cleaning houses in the northern suburbs

Later the aisles in “Joe’s Country Food Store” were narrow and busy when Randi called in to pick up one or two things. She was on a high, remembering the night before. The music, the dancing and especially the kiss in the Uber. She felt like a million dollars.

As she bent over to pick up a sliced loaf a loud voice exclaimed

“Randi Myers – I can’t believe it. Fancy seeing you here.”

Looking up she saw a woman she knew from a few years ago when they both cleaned at the hospital. Sheila Peterson. She was a vulgar woman in Randi’s view. Like a little gnome – about five foot tall and as wide around. Age had not been kind to her either. Her hair was thinning and wispy and her clothes! Randi couldn’t believe anybody would go out wearing a top that looked two sizes too small and showing a muffin top.

Stop it – she said to herself – stop being a bitch. Out loud she said “Sheila, how are you?”

Sheila virtually purred when she spoke “Never been better. I’ve met the man of my dreams.”

Really, thought Randi.

They chatted for a few minutes where Randi shared that she had a couple of jobs and she also cleaned at the Institute for the Blind and Visually Impaired.

“That is where my man works – Paul Breverton – he’s one of the teachers there.”

It was then that Randi began to feel sick – surely her ears were deceiving her?

NO, NO, NO SURELY NOT…………..

The music had been brilliant. The Brothers of Swing were on top form. They were doing a retro soul event.

“Shake Your Booty”

“Le Freak”

“Ladies Night”

All real oldies but Randi was up and dancing – in the centre of it all. She was aware she was attracting attention – her dress was short and low cut over her large breasts.

After a few songs she made her way to the bar. She couldn’t believe who she saw there. Standing at the bar was one of the teachers from the Institute for the Blind and Visually Impaired – his name was Paul Breverton. Tall and handsome he was drinking a beer, but he was blind so of course he couldn’t see her He had a couple of beers lined up and he was downing them quickly.

Randi spoke first “Great night! Love the music”

He turned in response to her voice. “I think I know the voice” he said, “Is that you Randi?”

Wow he was impressive! She had only met him when she had been into his classroom to clean after class had finished.

Randi indicated that he had that right and then her tone changed, and she became concerned “Are you okay? Can I help you get another drink?”

He had already drunk six beers and had a couple more lined up. He smiled – a nice lady by the sound of her voice. Randi joined him drinking a beer and they chatted.

After Randi had finished her drink, he asked her to take him to the dance floor.

A blind man dancing, wow thought Randi. She didn’t know much about the blind, but she wondered how he would be on a dance floor.

They left his stick leaning on the bar and made their way to the dance floor. Randi leading the way and guiding him.

Once on the floor “What’s love got to do with it” came on and Randi took hold of him – to guide him she told herself. It was not a slow, smooching number but they got up close. She could feel him pressing against her. Paul was totally turned on and he pressed against Randi so she knew how he felt. Normally she would push a man away but the thought of this poor blind man wanting her like this was a total turn on for Randi.

He was a natural dancer – he moved so well – Randi felt this was amazing as he couldn’t see. Randi felt like the most beautiful and desired woman in the city in his arms.

Then it was back to the bar for more beers. Soon Randi lost count.

It wasn’t until they agreed to share an Uber that she realised how drunk she was and how good he was making her feel.

They snuggled up close on the back seat and he ran his hands over her breasts and down to her waist and let out a low moan “I just love a full-figured woman” this was said out loud before he began to kiss her. The kiss was heaven. Randi was longing to take this further - she just wanted him to undress her and kiss her all over.

When the Uber stopped at Randi’s home she indicated Paul should get out with her.

“I am so sorry baby I promised my sister I would be home by now – but don’t fret - we have all the future ahead of us to enjoy each other.”

And with that he had waved her goodbye as she got out of the Uber.

Standing in the store listening to Sheila talking Randi couldn’t stop thinking NO, NO, NO SURELY NOT…

What was his excuse for not getting out of the Uber - HIS SISTER – the lying, underhand bastard!

Where was Sheila while he was on his big night out? She could ruin that little relationship here and now if she wanted. Instead, she vowed she would kill the bastard when she next went to the Institute!

Randi said her goodbyes quickly and hurried away from Sheila.

Sheila couldn’t understand the change that came over Randi when she mentioned Paul. Very strange. She seemed to go cold and not want to talk any more. Perhaps she knew Paul and was jealous. That man was hot and sexy!

One thing Sheila was sure of was how lucky she was to have Paul. He made her feel like the sexist woman in town.

Getting into her car she couldn’t wait to get home. She was getting turned on thinking of him. Perhaps she would surprise him. As he was blind it was fun to come up behind when he was not expecting it. She would take everything off when she went into the kitchen and sneak up on him totally nude – that would really turn them both on. Pushing her foot down on the accelerator she sped away from the store and towards the home they shared

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