The Tender Touch of Sight, Part 1

by My Girls

“It’s me” blurted the young girl after pressing the bell.

The buzzer sounded and the youngster pushed the heavy security door open and stepped inside. As she passed the reception she smiled at the fifty something lady who smiled back as she pressed another button to let the girl enter the back way into the staff room.

The girls head turned right toward the lady at the desk when she greeted her.

“Hi sweetheart” she spoke in her soft tone which was a very comforting and welcoming to anyone else visiting.

“Hi Mrs Corkhill.” was the reply as the girl quickly disappeared into the staff room.

Heads turned when she skipped in merrily as always happened when she entered a room.

In the staff room were sat three care nurses. All employed by a rich woman called Mrs Rainwite. Mrs Rainwite and her husband had a nice portfolio of care homes for the elderly in the south of England and this one in particular was called ‘The Elspeth Retirement Home for Ladies’. Elspeth was Mrs Rainwites mother, so hence the name. She Also had two others. One named after her father, a retirement home for gentlemen and one other called simply Rainwites. A retirement home for both sexes mainly catering for widows, widowers and a few married elderly couples.

The youngster in question is called Rose after her grandmother. Rose is a six year old but even at such a young age she acted more like ten year old. For seven years Rose’s grandmother had been a resident at Elspeth’s and ever since Rose was two years old herself and her mother had visited her at least twice a week. Young Roses primary school was literally a minute away and since the age of five when school finished Rose would visit her grandma for a couple of hours until her mum was finished at work and would come by and pick her up.

Rose was crushed and heartbroken when her grandmother died eight months ago and this seemed to affect her and make her more aware of mortality and her maturity aged slightly. Even after her grandmother’s death Rose continued to visit the home after school and now had in her head her career set in stone that she herself wanted to be care nurse for the elderly. The staff at Elspeth’s loved little Rose and always doted over when she came by and she had come to love them all as they looked after her when her grandma passed away. They loved her so much so that for Roses sixth birthday they had bought the youngster her very own care nurse outfit for her to wear when she visited. All the staff loved to see her everyday and she even gave up her weekends to come by and help with the elderly women who resided there. She was such a ray of sunshine and even the elderly women enjoyed to see her especially if they weren’t themselves visited very often. Rose would always sit with one at a time and chat about school and listen to stories while they drank a cup of tea an ate biscuits. Rose enjoyed their stories and the nurses where grateful to her attentiveness giving them time to go through all the red tape and other administrative duties they all had to do and not worry about keeping an eye on the ladies.

It was mid morning Saturday and Rose walked into the changing room and up to her own special locker and opened it. She placed her little purse on the shelf and kicked off her trainers. She had noticed that two nurses were always sat in there chatting when she arrived but she didn’t think much of it. They had many a time approached her being friendly and like most of the people there always commented how beautiful she was. Rose was beautiful too. Standing five foot exactly she was an average sized girl for her age. She had long pure blonde hair which hung down to the small of her back and although the nurses had to tie theirs up Rose was never told to as she looked so adorable letting it splay down her back. She had such beautiful emerald eyes and they beamed when ever she smiled with her thin pale pink lips. Like most young girls she had a cute button nose although smaller than most and her pale complexion was sprinkled with almost invisible freckles all over her skin. Rose would stand out from most others as she had blonde eyebrows and eyelashes and was always teased at school. Rose never spoke of this as she found solace at the home and the staff there never asked as she always seemed so happy. Because of her grandmothers death she had toughened up and the snide remarks about her mild differences just washed over her and now never seemed to concern her. Rose has always been a family orientated girl so she never actually made friends except for the children of friends of her own family. All unfortunately being babies or toddlers she was more than happy to be at the home loving the old women and feeling welcomed and needed.

The two nurses would attentively watch Rose get changed but Rose even to this day never noticed except for the big smiles she received when she turned around. Rose slipped off her soft three toned pastel smock top and slipping her thumbs inside her sky blue leggings bent down and pulled them free from her feet. The nurses eyes widened as she her bare back was softly covered with her hair and her small pink cotton panties with a tiny motif of a cheeky cartoon print showed a smiling girl looking all shy on her bottom. Her skinny bare legs so perfect an young were long and topped off with a tiny and pert bottom. Almost too quickly Rose put on her dark green nurses outfit. She push her arms through the holes and shrugged the shoulders till it felt comfortable and buttoned up the pop buttons from the bottom up. Then running her hands through her hair pulling it from inside and let it fall down her back again. Rose turned to see the attentive eyes of the two nurses looking at her as she sat down on a chair. She smiled back at them and began to pull a pair of black nylon hold up stockings up her thin beautiful bare legs. She heard a slight “hmm” form one of the nurses as she hoisted the green outfit up to her thighs as she pulled the stockings up. She rimmed the top to straighten them and the stood pulling the bottom of the coat down. She stepped forward and slipped her feet inside two black slip on shoes and she closed the door to her locker and turned around. Rose had her own name badge and felt like a real adult care nurse with a red and black pen in her breast pocket and a small upside down watch hanging below making her feel almost authoritarian. As usual she was greeted with smiles especially big smiles from the two who were always there. She would always blush but always felt a little proud as if she were on show. The two twenty something nurses would always look at one another and Rose would hear their soft whisper of a simple “Beautiful” and their gaze would return to her.

Rose waltzed out of the room under the gaze of the women who followed her especially cute bottom just showing a small crease down the cleft. Rose went to Mrs Corkhill at the reception to find out what little duties she could help with that day. As Mrs Corkhill looked at the roster she mentioned a new lady was arriving in a few hours. Rose was so happy that they had a new resident coming in and she was going to help her settle in. Rose had never had the opportunity to welcome a new lady and she felt almost grown up given this chance by Mrs Corkhill and thanked her profusely for the opportunity.

One thirty came and Rose heard the main door open. For the fifth time she peeked a look from the tea room to see if it were the new resident and she smiled as she saw this time it was. A big burley male nurse was pulling a wheel chair backward inside and as Rose had to finish making a fresh brew of tea so she missed as the lady who was accommodated into her room. The wheel chair was a normal mode of transport welcoming a new resident much like when a patient leaves hospital. Just a precautionary measure so there were no accidents when an elderly woman comes to stay at her new home.

Two hours later after Rose had handed out the tea and biscuits she was getting a bit restless wanting so much to meet the new lady. Mrs Corkhill walked in and took Rose by the hand and said,

“Ok Nurse Rose lets go meet Miss Randell.”

Rose gave a huge smile and followed Mrs Corkhill to room 5B.

A light tap on the door and an almost silent voice said,

“Come in”

Mrs Corkhill and Rose entered into the dimly lit room and Rose turned on the light.

Across the room facing away form them the elderly woman sat facing the two large windows as if she was looking outside at the overcast, cold looking day.

“Hello Mrs Randell this is Nurse Rose and she’s here to help you settle in”

Mrs Corkhill looked at Rose and nudging her softly said,

“ Go on sweetie and introduce yourself. I’ll check in later. I’m sure you will get on like a house on fire.”

The old lady turned her head slightly and asked for a cup of tea which Rose said she would go and get one. Mrs Corkhill and Rose left the room together.

“Just one thing Rose my sweet.”

“Uh huh” Rose replied.

“ Don’t be shocked when you see Miss Randell.”

“What you mean?” she asked.

“ Miss Randell is blind and her eyes aren’t or should I say don’t look like I guess normal. She has had a condition called ‘Retinitis Pigmentosa’ and over a long time has lost her sight so don’t remark upon them when you look at her, Ok?”

“Oh ok Mrs Corkhill I won’t”

Retinitis Pigmentosa. What the bloody hell is that? Rose thought to herself and as the kettle boiled the water she found a medical dictionary and looked it up.

Retinitis Pigmentosa

This is a disease that usually begins when a person is young and gets worse as they get older, often leaving them blind as adults. In the beginning, the person with retinitis pigmentosa may have trouble seeing at night. Later their "field of vision" or the amount they can see in each eye gets less and less. Scientists are not sure exactly how it forms, but at this time there is no cure.

To understand what a person with retinitis pigmentosa may see, roll up a piece of paper and look through the tube you have formed with that paper roll. As the disease gets worse, it is as if the paper roll gets more tightly rolled and the opening gets smaller.

Oh right she thought and closed the book. She poured a cup of tea and went back to room 5B.

As Rose walked in she approached Miss Randell and set the mug of tea onto the small desk like coffee table to the side of her office star lounge chair.

“Hello Miss Randell.” Said Rose as she walked in front of her. “ Would you like sugar and milk?”

“No thank you very much dear I’m sweet enough and no milk” and Miss Randell smiled.

“My you do sound young to be a nurse, How old are you?” she asked.

“Oh I’m six but I got a uniform and everything.” Rose blurted out as if she was ashamed of being so young.

Shocked but pleasantly surprised by Rose‘s age Miss Randell said, “Oh that’s all right I’m sure you must be a good nurse if you have your own uniform so I’m sure I’m in capable hands.”

Rose smiled at her compliments.

Rose couldn’t help but stare at Miss Randell’s eyes that never made eye contact with hers.

Miss Randell held out her hand to Rose and rose took hold of it. “Don’t worry little one I won’t bite and yes I am blind as you may have noticed.”

“Oh.” Was Roses reply as if she was surprised.

“I have…” Started Miss Randell.

“Retinitis Pigmentosa.” Blurted Rose. “I looked it up when Mrs Corkhuill told me”

“Well aren’t you the clever one.” Miss Randell replied sounding almost condescending.

Rose squinted her nose as if to say. Yeah I am clever not dumb Misses.

“Well my little one I was wondering…” and Miss Randell paused for a moment just a tad concerned if Rose would comply with the request.

“Yes?” questioned Rose.

“Well if you wouldn’t mind getting the bed pan for me as my old bladder needs to wee wee.”

“You mean pee Miss Randell?”

“ Oh yes I’m sorry sweetheart I’m so used to saying wee wee to children when I was teacher I didn’t mean to sound condescending.”

Condescending was a word Rose didn’t know, but all the same said, ”it’s ok Miss Randell”

Rose fetched the bed pan from under the bed as Miss Randell shuffled her bottom to the edge of the seat. Hitching up her skirt around her thighs Roses was astonished to see the biggest pair of silk white panties she had ever seen. Miss Randell lifted her self up and in a quick manoeuvre she had pulled the panties down around her ankles.

“Better off I presume?” asked the woman.

“Yeah” answered Rose and with that she tugged them off and dropped them on the floor.

Rose knelt down as Miss Randell opened her legs. Rose was welcomed by a sight she had seen before like her grandmothers pussy, but this was different.

Miss Randell’s vagina was in her eyes so pretty in a strange way. A mass of pure silver hair adorned the area even to the extent of the inner folds of each leg. Rose loved how soft it looked as the woman’s sagging wrinkled belly covered the top of the silver forest. Miss Randells old cunt was a well fucked one if only being penetrated by dildo’s and by her own hand. Her cunt was so wide and her lips so large it was as if she had been fucked over and over by a steam train. The whole of her labia and even the inners that showed were wrinkled but still looked beautiful. Rose aslo noticed her beautiful anus. Again different to her grandma’s. It protruded and looked well oiled and abused by Miss Randell’s own hand and toys. It was like a walnut encased in her wrinkled fleshy sagging buttocks but to anyone would be such an inviting hole to kiss and investigate. Rose was not sexually aroused , but astonished and felt a strange allure for this woman’s strange and pretty sexual organs.

Rose just in awe looking at Miss Randell’s sex put the bed pan in position between her legs and as her old skin stretched with the cold metal of the pan the old lady asked,

“Ready little one?”

“Ok” said Rose and awaited the a steady stream of urine.

A couple of drops appeared at the entrance of Miss Randell’s pussy and then a squirt shot out into the pan. It hit with such force that droplets of the warm liquid hit Rose in the face. One large drop hit her forehead and it travelled down to her nose, down the side and rested on her lips. With Rose’s two hands occupied she instinctively opened her mouth and her tongue accepted the golden warm droplet. Her taste buds awoke when the tangy drop nestled into her taste buds, but Rose did not wince in disgust and when a few more drops were received she actually was surprised that she quite liked the taste. Miss Randell could hear the splashing so she clenched to stop her stream. Then she put her hands between her legs and pulled her enormous labia open. Rose looked on and could see the old woman’s wet gaping entrance all pink and glistening and just above the tiny black hole of her urethra. Again the pee shot out and Rose accepted more and more drops of her piss. She never mentioned that it was splashing on her face and even that she liked the taste of it.

As the piss subsided Rose put down the pan and rolled some toilet paper around her fingers. Miss Randell put out her hand, but Rose seemed all to happy to pamper her old cunt and clean it. As she dabbed the paper mopping up the droplets Miss Randell was even happier to let her young nurse do the duty. Rose was attentive and she bent forward to sniff the woman’s sex. Miss Randell heard her, but did not mention anything just thinking the child was just curious and let her be. Rose could smell the piss and a wonderful new scent emanating from the gaping hole. As looked into the hole she noticed the inner walls almost pulsing and as they did the creamy liquid inside stuck to either side in small strands. She licked her lips as she thought if that cream smelt so good it would probably taste just as nice.

“Finished little one?”

Rose’s mesmerised eyes looked up. She thought Miss Randell had seen her but obviously not as she noticed the old woman’s eyes where not by any means trained on hers.

“Oh eeer yes Miss Randell finished” Rose blurted and felt a little flushed as if Miss Randell knew what she had been doing.

Miss Randell closed her legs and told Rose not to bother with her panties as with the amount tea she drank she would be needing the bed pan more than once. Or so she thought.