The scratching at her window came again. Lisa pulled the thin nightgown around her body. She had the awful feeling of someone watching her and she was unable to look back. She'd been blind since birth. Usually, it wasn't much of a bother for her.

Now it was frightening her out of her wits.

The window popped open and a gust of wind tugged open her nightgown revealing her trim, supple young body. She didn't think of how she looked, that her naked body might be turning on any watchers. Somehow, it just wasn't possible for her to think in sighted people's terms.

The man crouching in the window, however, was getting a real eyeful. Lisa was beautiful. She was twenty, perhaps twenty-one, and every inch a woman. The firm, jutting tits were made to be stuffed into a hungry mouth. The trim waist was almost small enough to circle with both hands. The man couldn't take his eyes off her snatch, though.

That looked promising, damned promising.

"Who's there?" she demanded. "Who is it?"

He made no sound. He only watched and waited.

She began stumbling around the bedroom going for the door. As she turned, he got a good look at her profile. It made his cock turn cartwheels. The woman's nipples were hard, erect. The wind was doing that, the wind and her fright. The flare of her ass gleamed whitely in the dim light of the bedroom. And for a second, the man could see the snowy flash of long, trim legs under the pale yellow dressing gown.

He liked what he saw. His prick was already swelling in his arousal, aching for something warm and wet and willing.

He was going to rape her.

"Answer me!" she screamed from the door. "I know you're here! I can hear you breathing!"

He knew she was blind. Everyone on the block knew it. It didn't take any genius to figure that out the way she used a white cane. A pity. She was a beautiful chick. The wind tore at her hair and swung it back from her frightened face in a golden stream making her even more attractive.