I ran this story through a text to speech app, using a premium, natural female voice, and enjoyed the story while doing some things that did not require much mental effort.  It was kind of strange listening to a story about forum stories getting used as audio books, which is what I was doing.  Unlike the main character, I sometimes get stresses in sentences being put on the wrong words, but it is easy to make the correction in one's head.

I really love the concept of the story.  It's written in a way that really keeps my attention.  I'm really looking forward to the next few chapters of the story.

Chapter 8

Before we drove off, he had opened my door for me, assisted me as I got in and then had buckled me in. He had made sure that the seatbelt had fit properly and comfortably across my body, his hands lingering briefly on my body as he had adjusted how the straps lay. The belt across my chest had a fuzzy sleeve surrounding it and he took his time positioning it so that it rested on my shoulder and down across my chest. The material of the sleeve felt very nice against the areas of exposed skin that my outfit didn't cover. Almost as nice as his hands did as he adjusted the belt.

While he was getting himself buckled in, I folded down the sun visor in front of me and looked at myself in the mirror. I couldn't believe that I looked like I did. I had always had some red in my hair, but this was a distinct change. It was still the same red, only more of it. There were still some hints of brown, but now they were highlights only.

There had always been a little bit of a wave in my hair and there had been more as it had grown longer. Now it was all waves and curls and there were a few tight curls that framed the sides of my face and draped over my shoulders. I had worn small hoop earrings to the salon and they peeked out between the curls, flashing gold among the red.

My makeup was flawless. Everything that had been done went with my new hair colour and made my eyes stand out. My lips looked spectacular and so kissable when I pursed them. I smiled at myself in the mirror and my eyes went to my slightly imperfect teeth. Even they looked better with the way my lipstick was done, somehow seeming as if they enhanced my look rather than detracting from it.

I looked over at my boyfriend and saw him watching me and trying not to laugh. I couldn’t blame him, I had been making faces in the mirror. I blew him a kiss as we drove off. I took the opportunity to look at the inside of the van. It seemed to be an expensive van for someone that worked where we did. Rather than bench seats, there were two high-backed bucket seats like the one I was seated in, and straps in the cargo area that looked as if they were custom-made to hold something specific. There were seatbelts where the rear bench normally would be.

We drove through the downtown area where most of the good restaurants were to the business district, mainly office buildings and commercial stores that sell to other businesses. We pulled up to a tall building and my boyfriend punched in a code on a keypad, then drove through the wide door into an underground parking area, parking beside an elevator. He opened my door, unbuckled my seatbelt for me and helped me out of the van. It was nice to have the hand helping me out because I was not used to wearing heels that tall and my jeggings were a little tighter than I remembered them being. I had dressed for a special date, not fancy but comfortable and showing off my assets more than I usually would. I had dressed the way that I had described my character dressing in my story, hoping that my boyfriend would show up at the salon.

He pulled out his wallet and swiped it over the elevator controls and the extra-wide door opened, not into a freight elevator as I had expected, but a wood-panelled passenger elevator. He didn’t even push any buttons when the doors closed and we began to ascend. The elevator took us all the way to the top floor without any stops. When the doors opened, there was a set of glass doors across the hall from us and they opened as we approached them. He led me, arms linked, to a raised wood-panelled counter, with a very nice looking woman a few years older than us, sitting behind it.

She looked up and smiled at him and said, “We have your table ready, and the food will be ready in about half an hour. You can help yourselves to whatever you would like to drink when I seat you.” The reason for the raised counter became apparent when she pushed herself back from the counter and rolled out from behind it and down a short ramp beside it. I didn’t realize it until we began to follow her, but the floor beside the counter had been sloped to meet the ramp.

As she rolled from behind the counter, her legs and feet came into view. My eyes were drawn to the shoes that she was wearing. They had to be custom-made because I had never seen a pair like them before. The left shoe had a built-up sole and heel and the sides of both shoes had metal supports worked into the design of the shoes and extended beneath the hem of her skirt. The sole of the right one was only about an inch thick and had a heel that looked taller because of the design, but was only a little bit higher. The chair that she was sitting in seemed to just be a part of her body the way that she moved it around.

We followed her through a set of doors and into a dining room, then out to a patio on the top floor of the building. She escorted us to a table, surrounded on three sides by plants, and indicated where we could get whatever we wanted to drink. It seemed a little odd that there didn’t seem to be anyone to serve us, but then I realized that it actually was nice that we wouldn’t be interrupted.

My boyfriend watched as the hostess spun her chair around and wheeled back towards her counter, then pulled out my chair and waited for me to sit before pushing it in for me and sitting down beside me. I looked at the view of the city from where we were sitting and had to admire the view. There was a basket of breadsticks and a pitcher of water with glasses beside it, in the middle of the table. After asking me if I would like something else to drink, he went to the counter and brought us a pitcher of Coke.

I had to admit, the date so far had been a little unusual, but in a very interesting way. And then it got better. We talked about whatever happened to interest us until our meal arrived. And what a meal it turned out to be. It seemed to had a little bit of everything. If he had taken me to a different restaurant, it would have been called a sample-platter, but there was nothing sample about this platter. Everything on the platter had something to either dip into or spread on it, and everything was cooked to perfection or laid on a bed of ice to chill it.

As we were eating, the sun went down and the lights in the city came on. There was always enough light around us for us to see what was on the table without being bright, and we seemed to be in our own little world.

I finally brought our conversation around to the stories that we were writing. I did most of the talking and he seemed content to let me do it. Some of what we talked about had been discussed before, but I went into deeper detail about what I had done and why. The parts about colouring my hair to match his story and wearing things that he had put into his story were expanded on, then I talked about how much fun it had been to write about our date and what I had expected, and what had actually happened.

Then I turned to my boyfriend and said, “I have given this a lot of thought and I have come to a decision. With everything that you have done so far, it has exceeded my expectations, so I want to enact your latest chapter. I want to go on the mystery date with you.” Then I leaned over and tried to copy all of the kisses that he had written about in his stories. I had to move to his chair because some of the kisses needed more bodily contact than I was able to get from my chair.

When I asked how much the supper had cost and how he could afford it, he just smiled and said, “Don’t you worry your pretty little head over that, it wasn’t as much as it appeared to be and I know people that are willing to help me. The hostess is someone that I have helped in the past.”

Our date didn’t end there. We went back to my place and I sprawled out on the couch just like I had when he surprised me at the balcony door, only this time I used him to lean against instead of the end of the couch. We spent some time on the computer working on our stories a little and playing around with the voices that I used to record the stories. Rather than use the old male voice, we created a new one using his voice and altered it a little so that no one would recognize it. We also stored a copy of his normal voice so that I could use it if I wanted to record a chapter for his ears only.

We didn’t discuss when we would enact his mystery date.

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Chapter 11

I flicked the light switch down, then up and down again. There was no difference that I could detect. I blinked a few times, my eyelids sliding over the smooth surface of the contacts between my lids and my eyes. There was no difference in the amount of light. Everything was black, not just dimly lit like I was used to it being at night, but completely black.

I left my fingers against the wall as I stretched out my arm and took a step away from the door. Right away, things felt different. The tall heels on the shoes gave my body a more upright posture and my center of gravity was slightly more forward than I was used to, and the lingerie that I was wearing, while very comfortable, tended to exaggerate the amount that my center of gravity had moved forward.

I began to smile as a picture formed in my mind of how I must look. The picture in my mind changed slightly as my free hand moved to my chest and felt the weight projecting in front of me. I didn't usually wear lingerie like this because it tended to make me look too big, but I had felt like dressing up special for my boyfriend on our blind date. Our date hadn't gone quite as I had planned, but it had definitely been an unusual and exciting one. And it didn't have to be over just yet if I didn't want it to be. Just because my boyfriend wasn't here didn't mean that I couldn't enjoy the rest of my night.

As I began to feel my way through my apartment, the image of how I pictured myself looking stayed with me, especially as I thought about the way I had been kissed. There was something about the way that he had run his tongue over my teeth, both between my lips and inside my mouth. I licked my lips to moisten them, then ran my tongue over the outer surface just the way that he had.

For the first time in many years, I paid attention to how they felt against my tongue. I took care of them, brushed them a couple of times a day at least, and regularly saw my dentist. They aren't perfectly straight, but then nobody's teeth are unless they have been straightened by an orthodontist, and even then they aren't always perfect, just better than they were before. This time I paid attention to each gap or difference in height and alignment to the teeth beside each tooth. If I was really honest with myself, there was some room for improvement, but nothing that I felt was worth the money to change.

Suddenly the wall disappeared from my fingertips and I realized that I was lost in my apartment. Rather than panic, I stopped and took a small step backwards and in the direction that I thought the wall was. My fingertips brushed against the corner of the wall and I knew where I was again. If I turned the corner, I would be in the hall to the bathroom and my bedroom. If I went straight, I would have to walk across my living room, eventually ending up in the kitchen. I thought I knew where all my furniture was, but I had always been able to see where everything was, even with the lights off.

If I was barefoot, I could probably feel my way across the room by checking for the difference in the way the carpet felt, but the shoes are just too high to do that. Besides, I was having fun wearing them, particularly because my boyfriend picked them out for me and put them on me.

I closed my eyes and tried to picture how the area in front of me was laid out. I knew that if I went straight, I would end up in the kitchen. Off to one side would be the couch and the dining room table would be on the other side. I let go of the wall and started to walk forward with my hands extended in front of me, not quite sure what I would encounter first. There was a brief moment of panic as I became lost in my apartment again and my eyes snapped open to complete blackness, then I realized what had just happened and I began to chuckle. There was no reason to panic because I was safe in my apartment, I just couldn’t see where I was going, and having my eyes open or closed didn’t make a difference.

I moved my hands from side to side in front of me as I moved forward again, then my hand brushed against a fabric surface and I found myself behind the couch. My sense of direction had been off a little and I hadn’t gone quite in the direction I expected. The couch was as good a place as any to stop, and there was food and drink on the table in front of it, so I would have something to nibble on as I experienced the rest of my evening.

I moved around the couch until I reached the front, then sat down and slid along until I felt the coffee table in front of me. Being careful and taking it slow, I moved my hands over the top of it until I found the platter of food, then felt around for the drinks. My hands encountered a flat oblong object and I realized that my tablet was on the table. I moved it closer to the edge where it would be easy to locate again and finally my hand bumped against the carton of bottles, which I moved beside the platter of food.

I began to nibble on the food, undecided what to do for the rest of my evening. Watching TV didn't sound like something that would be fun and going on the computer was pointless, since I couldn't see the screen. Listening to music was an option, as long as I didn't care what I listened to, unless I wanted to spend time trying discs until I found what I wanted.

As I reached for another sandwich, my hand bumped my tablet and a smile appeared on my face. My tablet was already set up for voice access and all I had to do was turn it on and swipe, as long as I could find my headset. I always plugged it in beside my computer when I wasn't using it, now all I had to do was find my computer. I knew my computer was close to the TV, but I wasn't sure if I could find my computer. All I could do was try.

I maneuvered myself around the coffee table, carefully lined myself up in the direction that I thought the wall was and stepped away. I counted the steps I took and knew I was right when my hand contacted the wall. Finding my headset was easy. Getting back to the couch wasn't. When I counted the steps as I returned and reached for the coffee table, it wasn't there. I felt a tingle run through my body. This was more fun than I thought it would be. One more step and I bumped into the couch, just not at the place I was expecting. I felt around until I located the coffee table again and sat down.

As soon as I turned on my headset, it chirped and said, "connected" and I knew I was ready to go. I stated that I wanted a new file, titled it 'dream sequence' and began to write the new chapter for my story. I didn't know if I had set it up right and could only hope that I wouldn't lose all my work. I sat there in the dark for quite a long time and talked, taking occasional breaks to nibble on the snacks and sip at the liquid. The whole chapter centered on what I would have liked to happen before my boyfriend left, but didn't actually take place. It started out with us kissing and ended up being very adult.

I had no way of knowing what the time was and decided that I would have a shower before heading to bed. What I didn't think of doing was using my voice control to ask my tablet what time it currently was. I knew where I was in my apartment and I knew where I wanted to go. Getting between the two places proved to be more difficult than I expected. I made my way to the end of the couch and lined myself up in what I hoped was the right direction.

I thought I knew how many steps it was between the couch and the wall to the hallway and my bedroom. I let go of the couch and stretched my arms in front of me, hoping to feel the wall before I bumped into anything else. When I took as many steps as I figured I should need to reach the wall, I paused, then took one more step. Still no wall. I moved my arms to either side of me and felt my fingertips brush against the wall. Either I had lined myself up better than I thought or I wasn't where I wanted to be.

With one hand in front of me and the other touching the wall, I walked forward. After a few steps, I knew that I was where I wanted to be. I could smell the floral scent that emanated from my bathroom getting stronger. As soon as the wall vanished again, I stopped and turned so that I was facing the doorway, then moved into my bathroom. My clothes began to drop to the floor as I removed them and they would stay there until I picked them up in the morning.

Showering was an exciting experience. Without being able to see, I had to do everything by feel, including finding out what each bottle had in it. Some were easy to identify by their shape, but mostly it was by smell. I had different scents from the same company and changed which one I used depending on my mood. Everything seemed more intense without being able to see, especially how the water cascaded over me.

When I stepped out of the shower, I realized that I had a problem. I couldn't see where the towels were and finding my bathrobe would be just as difficult. The towel rack should be right beside me, but I wasn't sure if I was facing the right direction. I moved my arms in a circle around me until I found the towels, then dried myself off. I took the time to give my teeth a thorough cleaning, and it was an experience to do it.

The next challenge happened when I made my way to my bedroom. My dresser wasn't the most organized place I have and I could only guess at what I had selected to wear. Whatever it was, it felt very nice on my body. It seemed as if I fell asleep as soon as my head touched the pillow.

I slept like a rock. I woke up a couple of times, but when I did, it was still dark, so I just went back to sleep. Eventually I got to the point where I was just laying there, half-awake, and it dawned on that I still had the contacts in and I didn’t have a clue what time it really was. It was actually kind of fun to wake up that way, but I did need to get up and use the bathroom.

I made sure that I washed my hands, then felt around until I located the supplies that I needed to use when I removed my contacts. Locating the supplies before removing the contacts wasn’t necessary, but it just felt right to do as much as possible without being able to see what I was doing. It was a good thing that I did that, because when I removed the contacts, my vision was blurry and the light seemed to be a bit too bright. I had been told that it would probably happen and that it wouldn’t last long. Putting on my sunglasses would help with the brightness.

I squinted at the blurry image in the mirror, then chuckled at what I was wearing. It was a shame that my boyfriend had left because he definitely would have enjoyed seeing what I was wearing. I decided to leave it on for a while longer, with the addition of a pair of platform heels to spice up the look a bit. The heels were what took the look from sexy to seductive.

I wandered around my apartment, closed the drapes to reduce the brightness, and located my sunglasses. I felt so much better with the apartment dimmed. I realized that I was a little hungover when I saw just how many empty bottles were on the coffee table and thought about putting the contacts back in just for the relief from the still to bright light.

As tempting as the idea was, I still had to clean up my apartment, and I also wanted to see if I was successful with recording and converting my latest chapter. The story would have to wait until my place was cleaned. I figured that the bathroom might be the best place to start as there were no windows there, then I would move to the bedroom. The living room and kitchen could be done last.

I put all the wet things into the washing machine, along with the other stuff from the laundry hamper, and let it run. The clothes went into the hamper in the bedroom to be done later. I smiled when I saw which shoes my boyfriend had chosen for me, he obviously had a kinky side, as the shoes were my 'stay at home and have fun' shoes. I had never had the courage to wear them outside my apartment because they needed a very risque outfit to do them justice. I had the outfit in my closet but never was brave enough to wear it.

My hangover had decreased significantly by the time I moved to the kitchen and cleaned up the dishes from the night before. The sun had moved far enough that it wasn't shining in my windows anymore, but I still wore my sunglasses. I plugged my tablet into my computer and logged onto both of them. I was pleasantly surprised to find that there was both an audio file and a print copy of the latest chapter. As soon as I put it into the spell checker program, I saw that there were quite a few errors to fix, partially because of how my accent was and the slur in my voice from the alcohol hadn't helped. As I read along, I found that some of the errors made the story sounded better when the female character was talking, so I left them in.

The audio file went through the voice alteration process and I listened to it a couple of times, liking how the accent and alcoholic slur sounded. The final step was to send my boyfriend a copy of both files before I posted the story to the chat room and added both files to the storage site.

I was feeling hungry, so I decided to make myself a meal. I didn't want to get what I was wearing dirty, so I went to change into something more appropriate, although what I changed into could not really be described as suitable for cooking. When I went to my bedroom to change, what I chose to wear was a short tight dress that was quite revealing. The dream sequence in the latest chapter, as well as the blind date with my boyfriend, had me quite worked up and I saw no reason I shouldn't keep the mood going. Just for the fun of it, I added a pair of patterned stockings that ended below the hem of the dress.

When I looked in the mirror and saw how I looked, it was an easy decision to take a few pictures of myself from different angles. It was also an easy decision to text my boyfriend a copy of one of the less revealing pictures. One that had me running my tongue over my slightly uneven teeth. I wasn’t worried about him showing it to anyone and wouldn’t mind if he did. I had nothing to be embarrassed about.

I decided on a simple pasta meal that involved boiling the noodles and opening a jar of sauce, then adding a few ingredients to add flavour and texture to the sauce. I left the sauce on low and went on the computer while I waited for the noodles to cook a little. The final step was to bake it in the oven with a crumb topping and cheese.

My latest chapter already had several responses, a couple of them from females saying how much they were enjoying having a female writing a story from her perspective. Even the negative comments were respectful when they said that my story was good, just not something that they were interested in. It didn't surprise me since they were from guys who liked stories about guys. I was a bit surprised by how fast people had responded.

I got responses from both my online friend and my boyfriend, and the responses were different from each other. Both made me smile at what they said. It was as if there were two people writing comments with my boyfriend's being the more suggestive of the two.

I was feeling creative, so I set up the computer to connect to my headset, opened files for both an audio recording and a print version the same way that I had the night before. Then I went to my bathroom and put the contacts in again, rendering myself blind for the evening. As soon as the second contact slipped into place, my whole body began to respond very pleasantly.

My other senses became more acute with my sight gone. I could smell the aroma remaining from my supper, hear the computer fan whirring and feel the different textures in the paint as I made my way back to the kitchen, where I took a six-pack from the fridge to enjoy in the living room.

I positioned myself on the couch the way that I would want my boyfriend to find me if he had been coming over, then began talking to my computer. The first part of my story was about how I remembered the date happening and about what I had felt during the date, then I wrote about being alone in my apartment after my boyfriend left and what I did. The final part of the story was about what I was wishing could happen as I was sitting on my couch writing a story. That part contained what I was wearing and feeling as the air in my apartment moved over the skin on my legs between the hem of my dress and the lace tops of my stockings and how I wished it was my boyfriend's breath instead.

By the time that I was finished audibly writing the chapter, I knew that I needed a shower to relieve the excitement. A bath would have been more relaxing, but I needed the effects of the shower spray on my body more. It was a good thing that there was almost unlimited hot water because it was a long shower.

After my shower, I left everything laying on the floor except for my shoes, which I wore to my bedroom. I had left what I wore to bed the night before on my bed, ready for me to put on again. As I crawled into bed, my mind went over how my life had changed in the last couple of days.