"I arranged everything. The heavy traffic, the faulty lights, the lot," Peter laughed.

Helen appreciated Peter's help in crossing the busy road, but what stood out most to her was how easily he brought humour to the situation.

"I nearly froze my tits off waiting for my knight in shining armour. Hopefully, he can make them toasty again quickly," Helen said with a smile.

Peter and Helen's shared laughter drew puzzled glances from passers-by, which only ensured Peter's next line was delivered in a much louder voice than might otherwise have been the case.

"Surviving London's roads would be noteworthy by itself, but warming icy tits might just top that," Peter boomed, as Helen fell into a fit of giggles.

Helen knew her straight talk wasn't to everyone's taste, and that many of those who claimed it was weren't willing or able to give as good as they got. Peter appeared to be displaying neither of those faults, and his calm acceptance of Helen's suggestion that they find somewhere warmer to discuss her needs was exactly what she had hoped for.

"I'll never be anyone else but me, and that usually scares off those who don't know how to handle it. I can't be doing with people who beat around the bush, either. I'd rather hear about what they'd do with the wetlands inside my bush, if I decided to let them," Helen began once she and Peter had sat down for a coffee and a chat in a cafe.

Helen explained that her vision issues not only enhanced her other senses but also led her to value those who expressed themselves well and showed they were good listeners.

"You can tell an awful lot about someone using these as a guide, although I've always got my hands, if I'm not sure they're telling the truth and need to check," Helen concluded, prompting more shared laughter between herself and Peter.

While enjoying their playful banter, Helen had noticed Peter's turn of phrase and use of language, which had stirred more than just a casual interest in what he had to say. She decided the time had come to issue a challenge.

"If I asked you to lie beside me on my bed to create something together based on what we can hear, feel, smell, and taste in our imagination, does that sound exciting, weird, scary, erotic, a recipe for laughter, or all or some of that?" Helen asked.

"Not scary, I'm sure, and weird is a judgment for others, but erotic and laughter go hand in hand, or whatever else you want touching, or to touch, as far as I'm concerned," Peter replied.

"Get your coat, you've pulled, and if you ask nicely, I might even pull yours," Helen laughed, as she and Peter rose to their feet and set off towards Helen's home, which was a few minutes' walk away.

Helen felt confident about the decision she had made, and she understood Peter had only mentioned her safety to demonstrate that it mattered to him. Helen's reassurance was the last time the subject was aired, leaving the newly acquainted pair to enjoy their increasingly erotic chat and humour.

In accordance with Helen's plan, she and Peter were lying naked on her bed within minutes of entering the house. Once settled, Helen spoke first.

"I feel a gentle massage on my shoulders and breasts. It glides over them. A kiss floats onto my lips and lingers there," Helen began.

"There's a scent of a recently burned fire and the sound of rain hitting the window, as if a storm is brewing, both on the bed and beyond it. The sound of the rain blends with dreamy sighs, as lips meet and fingertips melt onto your body," Peter responded.

Helen thoroughly enjoyed the collaboration, taking a few moments to do so before moving on with the story.

"I whisper to you that I'm feeling desperately horny and want to feel your touch inside me," she said, laughing, taking Peter's hands and placing them between her legs to show that she felt relying on her own touch seemed a criminal waste of an opportunity.

Despite his surprise at how Helen wanted their story brought to life, Peter slid his fingers into her body and felt her thrust against them immediately. He almost forgot the pleasure element of the story, so focused was he on the task, but Helen's mind was elsewhere, so she had no issue with the pause in the dialogue.

When Peter finally spoke, he did so while continuing to circle and plunge quickly and deeply inside Helen's erotically twitching body.

"I feel your body pulsating beneath my touch, hoping to help you reach climax, and waiting for the nod of approval," Peter said with a smile.

"Fuck, yes, and I want to empty your cock over my tits when you've done so, if that's not a problem," Helen gasped.

It wasn't.

Helen's body erupted into climax as she filled the room with screams of delight. Peter continued to thrust his touch inside the squirming beneath it, and this sent crashing waves of release surging through Helen's eager body.

Instead of a detailed explanation, once Helen realised her orgasms needed reinforcement, she simply screamed, "Cock!" The demand did require Peter to change his position, but Helen just slipped her own touch onto her clit with one hand and pulled frantically on Peter's cock with the other.

Once she sensed and heard clues suggesting Peter was on the brink, Helen pointed his cock at her breasts and wrestled it frantically into orgasm.

With climax raging, the feeling of Peter's cum hitting her body lifted Helen to the next level, and she shook and screamed her way through a seemingly endless explosion of erotic release, until she was satisfied and exhausted.

"I quite liked that," Helen giggled, once she was able to speak. She enjoyed similar fun with Peter many times after that, too.