It was intimate but not sexual, entirely utilitarian, but for the first time since the accident I felt a flicker of desire at my center, his hands stroking the slippery body wash over my skin, reminding me that my body was still there even if I couldn’t see it.
“I want to shave under my arms,” I said when I’d rinsed the soap off my body.
“Do you want help?” he asked.
“No, just… can you get me to the bench? Hand me the razor?”
He guided me to the shower’s built-in bench and I felt the warm, wet tile under my ass. Then he took my hand and closed it around my razor.
“Lift your arms,” he said.
I did and he lathered my shave cream under my arms.
“Tell me if I’m slicing myself to ribbons,” I said as I made the first stroke under my arms with the razor.
“Nah, you’ve got this,” he said.
I finished and handed him back the razor and shaving cream. I expected him to put them away, help me stand to rinse the shaving cream from under my arms.
Instead he lifted one of my legs and braced my foot on his thigh.
“What are you doing?”
“I’m going to shave your legs,” he said. “Unless you don’t want me to. I mean, I’ll still want to fuck you if you have hairy legs — am I allowed to say that while you’re blind? — but I thought you might want it done since you wanted to shave under your arms.”
“No, it’s… it’s okay.” I leaned back, using the wall of the shower as support while Vigo lathered my legs with shaving cream.
He started making long slow strokes over my right calf with the razor. “This is kind of soothing.”
“Easy for you to say,” I said. “You don’t have to shave your legs every other day.”
“Fair,” he said. “Although I’m more than happy to do this for you anytime.”
I sank into it: the shower spraying all around us, his big hand around my ankle to steady my leg, the confident stroke of the razor as he moved it over my calves and thighs.
He was right, itwaskind of soothing.
“Anything else?” he asked when he was done.
“No, that’s good. Thank you.”
He helped me to my feet and put me under the spray to rinse off the shaving cream.
I tipped my head back, sighing with pleasure as the hot water soaked my hair all over again. I’d almost forgotten that my body could feel good, had almost forgotten that I had a body at all.
“Feeling better?” he asked, crouching at my feet to rub the shaving cream off my legs.
“Yes.”
“Good.” He reached past me to turn off the water. “Let’s dry you off.”
15
VIGO
I helpedher out of the shower, relieved to see that she was already moving more confidently. I wasn’t ready to let her shower alone yet — there were way too many possibilities for accidents, even for me — but I hoped she was beginning to see a future where she could shower alone even if her eyesight didn’t return.
She stood on the bath mat, naked and beautiful, as I grabbed a towel. I was almost glad she couldn’t see that my dick was hard. The shower had been about her, but that didn’t mean I hadn’t wanted to fuck her senseless. It had been almost two weeks since we’d fucked her in the workroom, and I could still see the way she’d looked spread out over the blueprint of the bank, her pussy wet and glistening in front of me, Jagger sucking her tit while Hawk made goose bumps rise on her skin with the wand.
