Diana_(2)

Diana
By
Gail Holmes

“I assume before very much longer you’ll have to have some of this off young lady; or you’ll be sitting on it, then where will be. You really don’t understand what a pain it is, between you and your father, and his love for lengthy hair. He should endeavour brushing it sometime!” Diana’s mother chuckled as she stood back from the chair admiring her handy work.

This would be Diana’s first holiday on her own, well not so much on her own, more should I say without her parents. She was looking forward to it. It was the start of July; outside the sun was beaming down and the birds singing. She felt a spring in her step as she walked slowly toward the doorway. Her thoughts of her dreams

“I think I’ll wait in the garden Mum?” Diana twisted around waiting for her mothers reply.

“That’s be fine darling; I’ll shout you when George turns up!” Pauline looked down at her watch. “Shouldn’t be to long now, he said 9.30. He’s to be back at the club for ten!”

The scent of the trees and flowers tickled Diana’s nose. It had been ages since she’d actually seen the garden in full bloom; she’d really missed it.

George arrived at twenty passed nine; Pauline had already made a pot of tea, she’d anticipated him being early, George picked up the cup and smiled toward Pauline, immediately walking over to the window then gazing out.

“She’s grown up to be such a beautiful young lady!” he implied, as he stood watching Diana, she stooped down easing a flower gently towards her face, directing it under her nose. “D’you think she’ll ever regain her sight?” George quizzed, turned back facing into the room, adjusting his vision after looking out into the bright sunlight.

“We tell her there is; but to be honest I think there’s little likelihood now, she been like this since she was ten, little over eight years now. I don’t think it bothers her that much; her education didn’t suffer that’s the main thing. I think this break will do her some good; she loves being with people!” Pauline smiled walking up beside him watching her daughter through the lattice window.

George had been a friend of the family for the last five years; he’d worked for the club for about seven. He never could work out where Diana got her looks from, certainly not from her mother or fathers side of the families. One couldn’t tell from her hazel eyes she was even blind, they looked faultless, trouble was, she was never conscious of the awareness that she attracted, her trim figure and long legs, her choice in clothing always clung to her body outlining her petite but firm breasts and slim hips.

Pauline had often wondered as to how George managed to live on his own with his looks it was a mystery. He was a good looking man, chisel jawed and rugged, in his 40’s, with his tanned completion and brown hair he’d turn any woman’s head, and should he smile, well I’ll say no more.

“George’s here Diana!” Pauline called from the doorway.

The sun backlit her hair as she walked back up the path toward the door, long blonde strands flowed in the breeze, nevertheless, what really caught George’s attention was the light shining through her dress, revealing her long slender legs and the clear-cut outline of her pussy region between them, she paused momentary in the doorway captivating George’s attention, his eyes roamed over the slender body before him.

“Well, how I do look then!” Diana twirled around in her dress allowing it to flow out with the force of her spin.

“Great, you look just great Diana!” George laughed.

“Are we ready then?” from his voice she detected just as to where he stood; fixing her gaze straight him.

George walked over taking her arm. “Come on Cinderella, to the ball we go!”

“See you later in a week then Mum! You will take care of everything won’t you! Lead on MacBeth!” she chuckled, putting her hand onto George’s, which was slipped though her arm

George moved as soon as he felt her weight on his arm. “Don’t worry Pauline; she’ll be taken well care of, you have yourself a nice week now” He felt proud as he walked out into the street, even her walk wasn’t hesitant, it looked to all if she was just holding his arm to be near him, he thought.

“In you get then!” George eased her toward the open door of the minibus, hand placed lightly on her rump as she climbed in.

The club was for the blind, also an amount of handicapped people of all ages, mostly in the evenings, they’d collected money for the holiday over the last six months. All were looking forward to the outing; it was a seaside trip, staying at a bungalow and mobile home site. Diana had plenty of friends there, but relied heavily on George to move about, he’d put her in the front seat so that he could keep his eye on her.

The journey took around three hours, they’d stopped twice for drinks and of course the toilet, arriving just after lunchtime; all were thrilled when they approached the holiday park, Diana wanted to know all about what the others had seen and were chatting about.

George helped familiarise her with her surroundings within the bungalow, but as far as her suitcase was concerned she knew where everything was, putting it away herself. He stayed until she’d finished unpacking, knowing she’d be hungry; then taking her to the main restaurant, at the centre.

Both decided that after lunched and a rest, they’d go swimming, there were two female helpers at the camp but Diana preferred George to be her aide. Heading her back to her bungalow as to collect her bathing costume, whilst the others collected their own.

“I think I’ll change into mine here!” Diana chuckled once they’d got inside. “I will save any problems of finding a bathing hut”

“That’s fine I’ll just pop over to my cabin and get my own while you change!” George replied…hesitating as he got to the door, the thought of seeing her nude allure him to stop. “I’ll be back in about five minutes then!”

“Fine George, thank you! Don’t you be long?”

George opened the door then closed it in front of him, turning quietly back to face her, she’d started to hum a tune as she opened the draw beside her bed, lifting her costume out, then laying it on to the bed beside her. George nearly started to walk towards her when she reached over her shoulders to undo her dress; then realising she wouldn’t need help.

She’d turned slightly towards him drawing the dress over her head, he was amazed, all she’d on underneath was the briefest pair of panties he’d ever seen. Unhurriedly she eased them down placing them onto the bed. George had only imagined what she looked like beneath before, never did he appreciate her body was so firm, her breasts stood like miniature mountains, with twin peaks, with just a smidgen of golden down between her legs. He placed his hand down onto his cock, already it was hard, he stood and watched as she picked up the top of her bikini, placing it around herself, everything seemed to be in slow motion to him, most frustrating as she wriggled into her panty bottoms, drawing them up her legs slowly.

George waited a few minutes before turning, and then knocking on the door.







“Why knock to come in George? When you haven’t even left the room?” Diana laughed. “I might be blind, but my sense of hearing is perfect, you didn’t really think that I’d fall for that one did you?” she implied with a chuckle.

“Diana! What can I say?” George was devastated by his own absent-mindedness, forgetting the extra senses that blind people possess.

“You’re not the first to try it! My Dad has done it on the odd occasions, but I’ve only allowed him to stay once” She said with a grin. “Then he never saw anything!”

“No!” Diana smiled.

“What did you say to him?”

“I didn’t…I didn’t say anything, as you’re already aware I am more than familiar with my home and everything in it. He’s the same as you…when you walk your trousers rub between the legs.