The Tender Touch of Sight, Part 2

by My Girls

“Right let me take a look at you?” Asked Miss Randell.

Rose tilted her head curious how she was going to do that.

“Come here sweetie.”

Miss Randell pulled her toward her.

“Bend down little one so I can see your precious face.”

Rose still curious was about to ask how, but Miss Randell said,

“I can see you by touching you. Let me feel your face and then I can see who I’m talking to. Don’t be afraid I’ll be very gentle. It’s just something I’ve learnt after all theses years of being blind.”

The sweet six year old went down on to her knees in front of Miss Randell. Rose looked up at the old lady as her hands found their way to the top of her head. Rose looked up at the attractive old lady and admired how beautiful she was.

Miss Randell was a seventy eight year old woman and Rose almost likened her to her own grandma. A thin faced lady with all the hall marks of a comfortable life. She had beautiful supple skin although accompanied with the wrinkles that showed her age. She had been a sun worshiper and it showed by the weathered look and copious small wrinkles all over her face. Her eyes where pale green surrounded by deep laughter lines and with small wrinkled bags below made her look almost sad. Her nose looked only a fraction to big for her face and two lines slid from the side of her nostrils to the end of her thin crinkled lips which where smiling. Rose could see every single crease on her face and even her neck was even more saggy and the skin seemed to hang and look so thin as if she touched it she could it would fall off. She knew it wouldn’t as she would often snuggle up and lay her face on her grandmothers chest and nuzzle her nose against her neck and love the feel and warmth of that saggy skin against her. Beautiful pearl earrings adorned her lobes and they sat surrounded by her lush thick head of silver hair. It was short but suited her and was well maintained and did not look scraggy like some of the other lady’s in the home.

Miss Randell was a quite wealthy lady herself and until a fall made her face up to her aging years she decided to voluntarily book into a nursing home. With her wealth and after much consulting through her befriended lawyer decided upon Elspeth’s retirement home. Miss Randell was resigned to the fact she would never again have access to a beautiful child, but much to her delight she never knew there would be such a young child making her stay even the more wonderful.

Rose closed her eyes as Miss Randell ran her hands through her soft hair. Miss Randell loved how fine it felt and the fresh scent of citrus wafted into her nostrils making her remember her younger years.

Born in 1930 she became a war child. She remembered it as if it where yesterday and in her mind before her sight began to deteriorate her only memories and thoughts where that of bombed houses and the elementary school she helped at as a teen until that itself was destroyed by a Buzz Bomb. Her father owned a large shipping company and he died after having to ship war supplies across the Atlantic and his boat was sunk by a German U- boat in 1943. After the war herself and her mother were quite wealthy and Miss Randell again went back to her teaching post. With the family wealth they paid for the rebuild of the school and although never needing to work she treasured her profession. The school eventually became a school for the blind and Miss Randell stayed there until she retired at the grand old age of sixty seven.

Miss Randell was an only child and she never married in a sense, only to her job. A job she relished as at a young age she new from her first visit to the school she cherished the sight and sound of young children. Boys and girls alike. Fond memories she had and could still picture those fresh young children. She had each of their precious images embedded in her thoughts that comforted her on many a lonely night. As her sight faded her other senses became very acute which is why after twenty years she changed the school to a registered school for the blind. Her academic teachings decreased as she employed other teachers and her speciality (although being the headmistress) became that of teaching the youngsters how they could see things through feel and touch. A class she designed more for her own pleasure than for the actual real purpose of teaching the children. All the same it was revered around the area as a new and exciting way of making visually impaired children learn about how things looked.

Miss Randell loved her working days and to touch and feel the young children with no one questioning her techniques and fumbling caresses was a perfect way of her fuelling her sexual passions.

After her mother died in 1980 she appointed one of the teachers to be the new headmistress and she stayed at home and started a home schooling programme for wealthier clients with blind children. She would teach a few at a time until they reached the age of about seven and most of their parents would often decide to send them off to specialist boarding schools.

In the comfort of her own home Miss Randell had the opportunity to slowly seduce the youngsters and make them feel comfortable with her. This gave her the access to touch and caress them in the manner she so desired. Her teaching technique was such that no child or parent even thought of the idea that she was molesting their children in an inappropriate manner, so Miss Randell was never questioned.

Running her fingers through Rose’s hair she could feel every strand slipping through and as she did this she ran her finger tips over her scalp. Rose soon felt so comfortable liking it to when her mummy washed her hair. Miss Randell’s fingers then touched the child’s ears and ran around them to her tiny ear lobes and then softly down the crease below her jaw. The skin was so smooth and soft as the old lady began to form an image of Rose in her head. While her fingers gently caressed each mould of her cheeks, chin and forehead a sculpture of a beautiful girl formed inside her mind. Miss Randell ran her thumbs over Rose’s eyebrows and then gently over her closed eyes. Them she felt her cute tiny nose down to the tip and then the philtrum and onto her soft thin lips. Rose loved these gentle caresses and her mouth opened slightly. Miss Randell felt the warmth of her breath on her finger tips and felt the child’s tongue dab at their tips. That tiny touch of the girls soft moist tongue sent a ripple of ecstasy through the old woman’s body and she let out a sigh as her old vagina began to swell. It had been years since she had touched a child intimately and this precious young girl was right here for her. Miss Randell’s acute sense of how comfortable a child felt in her company was so good she knew that Rose was willing and she could go further. Her fingers ran back to under Rose’s chin and gently pulled the girl forward. Rose did not resist and opened her eyes to see Miss Randell’s face become blur as her mouth opened. Rose could feel her immature body sensing something new and could not understand what it was that made her accept this woman’s offering of an open mouthed kiss.

Their lips met. Miss Randell pulled harder on Roses head and could feel her soft lips mould to hers and when their tongues met Miss Randell could have fainted. Rose was so at home with this woman’s tongue inside her mouth. She did not pull away as her mouth was explored and she loved the taste of the woman’s saliva on her tongue. Miss Randell could not believe how easy this was and had never been able to seduce a child this quickly. Rose’s hands slipped around Miss Randell’s neck as their kiss continued making the old woman’s body hotter and hotter. Miss Randell could feel her heart beating and the sexual parts of her old body begin to fill with blood and become alive again. The image of Rose in her head had become akin to a child she had known years ago. Just a natural thing the mind did accompanied by mild differences but to her Rose was the most beautiful looking child she had never seen but felt.

The kiss broke as Rose pulled away.

“Miss Randell ?” Rose spoke. “Miss Randell?” said Rose again looking right into her eyes which where in a blank way looking right back at her.

“ Yes sweetie?” The old woman replied.

“ I eeeer ummm I, I , I umm.”

Miss Randell knew what Rose was trying to say and her reply was simple.

Their lips met again and little Rose’s teasing moans of childish pleasure was the answer to her own question.

Miss Randell fingers slowly ran down Roses neck and when she felt the soft fabric of her uniform and she traced the neck line down to first button and popped it open. Rose did not flinch as the next button popped open and the next. Miss Randell pulled the girls garment open exposing her precious bare chest. When her fingers touched the soft warm bare flesh, Rose this time flinched and Miss Randell waited for Rose to pull away. She didn’t and Rose accepted the old woman’s molesting hands on her. Miss Randell could feel every bump and small mould of where her breasts would develop and the soft indents as she pressed softly on her tiny nipples. The soft flesh with tiny round pearl beads like her earrings in the centre did not harden but felt so much smoother and softer than her naked skin. Miss Randell moaned in sheer delight as she explored Rose’s body. Rose like a natural knew what to do and broke away and stood in front of the old lady. Miss Randell’s hands ran down the girls torso and the shoulders of the garment fell half way down the child’s body. Rose freed he arms and Miss Randell again felt for each button and popped each one open till the garment simply fell to the floor. Miss Randell heard the coat fall.

“Oh my” she groaned as if she could see this unveiled body of perfection.

Her hands felt Rose’s cotton pink panties around her hipless bodyand she moaned again.

“ I got stockings on as well Miss Randell.” Blurted Rose.

“ Oh my sweetie will you let Miss Randell see?”

“UH huh” was Roses reply as Miss Randell slid a hand behind the girls skinny leg lifting it and guided the girls foot to rest between her own.

Her hand ran up the whole leg to the tight elastic holds at the top and back down again. Miss Randell bent down and feeling where Rose’s knee was kissed it softly. Rose felt a impulse as Miss Randell expertly caressed the soft skin at the back of her knee and when her right hand ran down Roses left leg she quite naturally moved her bent leg aside as if to show Miss Randell her sweet virgin treasure.

“Do you mind me doing this?” Miss Randell asked as if to confirm what she already knew.

“Rose was loving the soft tender caress of this sweet old lady and gave a simple “Uh huh” answer.

“ My grandma used to touch me like you so I’m used to it.” said Rose in a rhetorical way , but Miss Randell answered anyway.

“ So you don’t mind if I touch you here?” she said as her left hand cupped her panty covered vagina.

Rose’s body shook again and a simple “Ohh!” from the child’s lips answered her question.

Miss Randell was not shocked at all knowing full well that Rose’s grandmother could not resist such a beautiful child and pondered the question momentarily if her mother or perhaps the nurses felt the same alluring passion she did for this precious child.

Miss Randell could feel how warm the little girl‘s sweet vagina was and so wished her sight would return so she could picture the girl‘s face. The questioning face, the pondering face, the open mouth and closed eyes and finally the ultimate expression when the girl would shudder and shake as her orgasm would flow through her whole body. The soft cotton material moulded to her soft peach like sexual area and felt right at home snug to her flesh as she ran a finger gently between the indentation if her puffy protruding mounds. Miss Randell could see and remember the girls from her teen years and when given a glimpse of their sexy panties how their vaginas showed the so crudely named camel toes. They looked so wanton and inviting. During the later years of her personal tuition she remembered how soft they felt under her misguided touches with not one child ever pushing her molesting fingers away when she touched them. Miss Randell loved the young boy’s as well. Especially their curious expressions when her fingers made their tiny penises erect.

Miss Randell now in her late seventies thought that no child would ever feel comfortable with her aged body so old and wrinkled. As Rose has said her grandma used to touch her sexually so it seemed she was so perfect and must have liked the much older woman. Miss Randell had always loved the idea of incest and the fantasy of having her own children had made her orgasms more satisfying. Imagining gentle bed time sucks on her small boys tiny cock and licks of her own precious girls pussy were so intoxicating she often wondered how it was she never thought of the idea of getting married. To have her own children in her charge to do so as she wished without in those days any repercussions. The actual idea of women and children in a sexual acts were never even mentioned or considered.

As Rose’s little cunny was being stroked her hands took hold of Miss Randell’s head and pulled it forward guiding her mouth to her bare chest. Miss Randell was instinctive and opened her mouth and kissed the warm flesh and licked to give her an idea of where she was kissing. With a small side to side lick Miss Randell could feel she was in between the child’s chest. This gave her guidance to lick upward and left or right to find each tiny soft nipple to suck and fondle with her warn wet expert tongue. Rose loved the old woman’s warm breath and the coldness of the wet trails of saliva all over her chest sending tingles through her body. She was excited and a little bemused with all these strange new sensations but loved how her body was reacting to the old woman‘s touch. If her grandmother had ever been so bold Rose would have been there every spare moment of the day. Just as her mind was remembering how soft, gentle and loving her grandmother was she felt something her grandmother had never dared to do. Two digits had found their way inside her panties tops and slowly they were being pulled down. Rose froze as Miss Randell still kissing each nipple with tenderness and love peeled her pink cotton panties downward. Never had Rose felt another person except her mother remove her panties. This was all knew and exciting to her. Miss Randell could see through her touch the little girls beautiful perfect naked area while she continued loving her soft tiny nipples. Her hands began to do their thing and explore and see the girls uncharted territory. First Rose’s buttocks so, so soft but firm. Warm and round and the skin so smooth. Then Miss Randell drew her head back leaving a strand of saliva from Rose’s left nipple which soon broke. Miss Randell had sensed something. Something Rose herself did not, but Miss Randells senses where acute and she smelt the first faint aroma of Rose’s vagina letting out that young sweet scent only a child’s sex can ever give. As if an explosion had occurred in Miss Randell’s head her own old cunt almost erupted. This tiny whiff had sent her sexual senses into over drive and the flows of ecstasy were awakening every single nerve in her body. This made her pussy so wet her own panties were sodden in moments. It was not an orgasm but nothing on this earth could ever be closer to it. Her clitoris almost felt like it was going to explode as each ecstatic flow sent a pulse of electricity to it’s very core making Miss Randell moan in a glorious manner . This was exciting little Rose knowing instinctively that sweet old Miss Randell was indeed enjoying her and herself.

“Oh, ohhhhhh sweet child.” moaned Miss Randell. “Please my sweetness show me to my bed and let me devour your delicious body. I need to taste you. I need to touch and show you how much I love you so.”