Blind Encounters

Thank you for reading my story, I hope that you enjoy it. Love Mica xx, Yorkshire England.

Please note that I am a British female, and I write in British English and vernacular, so for me a fanny is the correct term for female genitalia, a pussy is a pet cat, and the ass is a bum or arse.

I apologise for any typo errors in my story - I edit these myself, and I'm not perfect...

Most people don't realise how much or how little people who are blind can actually see. I can see movement, shapes, colours, and if I get really close, I can see some detail, but that is as far as it goes, I really can't see enough to enjoy a film or read a book, and my brain really doesn't like the radio, they broadcast for sighted people, not the partially sighted.

I have been this way since birth, my brain just didn't really learn to see. My parents have been brilliant but I know that they struggled to cope, not that they ever let me see that struggle. They didn't have any more children after me, they blamed themselves you see, and my Auntie told me that they both got themselves sterilised so that they couldn't accidentally produce more damaged babies.

That is how they see me, damaged, but they would ever say that in front of me, oh no, they would never ever say anything that might upset me. That is one of the reasons I had to get away. I now live in council supported housing, it gives me my freedom, such that I can have, and allows Mum and Dad to have some of their lie back, they are not constantly reminded of what they have lost if I am not there.

They do ring me every day and call around a few times in the week, but I am cool being on my own, it doesn't bother me that I can't really see, I see things with my hands, I rub my palms and fingers over everything and it gives me an image in my mind and then when I get up close I can fill in the gaps with what little sight I actually have.

Where I live there was a communal coffee bar that is open during the day. It seemed like a good idea to go and drink coffee and meet people. There were people from all walks of life on the estate, but I think I was the only blind girl, certainly no one else seemed to be. I was sat on one of the easy sofas drinking coffee when someone sat next to me.

"Hi," A female voice said, "mind if I join you?"

"Not at all, sorry, but I cannot see you." That was my way of saying I was blind, without saying I was blind.

"No worries, I am not much to look at anyway." Oh, my goodness, low self-esteem.

"Well, I wouldn't know unless you let me see you with my hands."

"How does that work?"

"Oh, I run my hands over you, and that gives me a picture of you in my mind, and then, perhaps, I move my face up real close and then I can see a bit of you, and it adds to the picture in my mind."

"Oh my God that sounds fantastic, go on, yes, do it, feel me." Her voice sounded excited and strange to my ears, people never seemed to respond like that, and I had thought her despondent when she first spoke.

I turned in the sofa to face her, "take my hands and put them on your cheeks," I said, it saved me accidentally poking her in the eyes.

I felt her hands on mine, warm hands, soft hands, and then she was pulling my hands, and I was on her cheeks. She let go of my hands and I gently roamed across her face, feeling her nose, smooth, small bulb at the end, no hump in the middle of her bridge, a small philtrum beneath her nostrils. Her lips felt full and were slightly moist, and as I ran my fingers over them her mouth slightly opened, and I heard a small sigh.

Her chin was rounded, and her neck was tight beneath, smooth and lead down to her décolletage, her blouse was unbuttoned a little, I heard her gasp softly as I touched. I moved back up, my hand sliding over her cheeks back to her forehead, her eyebrows were plucked and neat, her glabella just a small void between her brows. Her forehead was smooth, wrinkle free and her hair was pulled back, perhaps into a pony. I felt I should stop there.

"God, you are gorgeous," I said, "I bet you have all the boys pestering you. Thank you for letting me see you."

I heard her swallow and then she asked, "did you not want to move up close?"

"God, yes, but I thought I had intruded enough, I did not want to invade your space."

I felt her hands on my head, and she pulled me to her, and there she was, her nose, right in front of me, I could see it, still blurry, but some definition was there. I moved a little, her eyes were blue, and down across her flushed cheeks, to her mouth, her lips were red, impossibly red, lipstick I thought, her breath escaping through her lips as my eyes passed close by.

I leant back, my breath seemed caught somehow in my throat. "You are beautiful," I said, my voice strangled as I tried to speak.

"Thank you, that was the most intense experience I have ever had. My name is Naomi."

"Hello Naomi, I am Petra."

I reached down and picked up my coffee, I was all at sixes and sevens, that had been an intense moment for me too, I didn't really know what to say, I was unused to small talk, and my breath was still struggling, the intensity of that seeing had made me feel all funny in places I didn't expect to feel funny.

"Petra," she asked, "can I ask you something personal?"

"Yes," my answer falling like a gasp, what could she want to know?

"Do you have anyone special?"

Oh, that, everyone always seems to have someone, everyone except me that is. I had never really got around to having someone. I mean, where do you find someone? I can't easily see anyone, I can't tell if they are smiling or scowling, so I just don't bother.

"Oh. Gosh, er, no, not at the moment, no."

"Oh my, that is such a shame, I know that feeling, me either."

"But you are so pretty."

"It doesn't seem to help, and anyway, you are really pretty yourself, so as you know, that doesn't count for much."

I was silent, she had called me pretty. Was I? Only my Dad had ever said I was pretty, and he doesn't count, it is the law for Dads to think their daughters are pretty.

"Oh, gosh, you think? Thank you, no one has said that before."

I finished my coffee and pushed the mug to the middle of the table where I was less likely to knock it onto the floor, believe me, I have done that on more than one very embarrassing occasion.

"Petra," Naomi said, "would you like to go for a walk, it is a lovely day, we could get to know each other better."

Oh my, well I hadn't expected that, why would she want to go for a walk with me, how very odd.

"Oh. Okay, yes, please, but I haven't fully explored our estate yet, I don't know my way around everywhere."

"Oh goodness girl, that's fine, you will be with me, and I will make sure that you are safe, I will hold on to you, don't you worry."

I was a little flustered, it seemed such an odd request, but what did I have to lose, nothing. I stood up and unfolded my stick. "Right then," I said, "let's walk."

I felt a hand on my arm and Naomi steered me to the exit and then when we were outside she put her arm through mine and pulled me tight to her, it felt sort of odd, I could feel the swell of her breast push against me, I moved my stick to my other hand, I had learned to use my seeing stick with either hand.

"Come on then Petra, let us walk." We moved forward, our steps slightly out of synch at first bit soon we were instep. I could feel the wind in my face as we walked, and the sun on my head when it came out from behind clouds. As we walked, I could feel the path as it went up and down by houses where cars would cross.

"Lamppost," she said steering us more to the edge of the path and then back again. "This is fun," she said as her other hand rested on my arm and squeezed gently, a strange feeling, I felt uncertain. Not uncomfortable, simple I was in unknown territory.

She talked of the estate, telling me who lived in each house that we passed, "this is where June and Pete live, Pete doesn't know, but June spends a lot of time next door with Stephanie," and she laughed a deep dirty laugh and her hand squeezed my arm again, "so naughty."

I laughed, perhaps nervously as I realised what she was saying.

"How can you know?" I asked.

"Well," she said, "I have seen them go to each other's houses, and sometimes, when I walk past, and the windows are open, I can hear things too."

"Hear things?" My hearing is very acute, a compensation for my eyesight, I guess. If I sleep with the windows open, I can sometimes hear neighbours in the throes of intimacy.

"Oh yes, very loudly and very uninhibited, they certainly have fun."

"Oh gosh," I said, "you mean, you know, together stuff?"

"Oh yes, very together," and she laughed again.

"Does that bother you?" She asked, "you know, girl with girl?"

I hadn't been, in that way, with anyone, and so I had no judgement to offer. "No, I just let people do what they want. I often hear my neighbours be intimate, open windows, quiet nights, and just smile and try to go to sleep."

"The neighbours shagging, oh what fun, do you ever imagine what they look like?"

"Naomi!" I shrieked and laughed, in truth I hadn't, I didn't really have much of a concept of what it would look like.

"We are by my house," Naomi said, "would you like to come inside?"

"Oh, yes please, I wonder if your house is like mine?"

"Come on in and find out," she said squeezing my arm again.

We walked down the approach to her house, slightly downhill from the footpath and I heard her key turn and the door open. She took my arm and gently pulled me inside.

"Right then Petra, this is my hallway. In front of you to the right are the stairs up to my bedroom and bathroom and junk room. Just in front of you to the left is the lounge and straight ahead is the kitchen and dining room. Out back I have a garden with astro turf. I love being in the garden but hate all that fuss with gardening."

"My Dad comes and does my garden, I ought to think about astro turf, is it expensive? Oh gosh, I am sorry, I shouldn't ask that."

Naomi laughed and squeezed me in a hug, her breasts squashing against mine making mine feel sort of in the way. "Oh don't be silly, we are friends, you can ask me anything. Well it was around a thousand pounds to do, but I brush it once a year and that is it."

"I think I will ask my Dad to look into it."

"You do that, you know, it is a wonderful feeling, on a warm summers night, going out and laying bare arse naked on the plastic grass, it tickles in places that a simple bed doesn't" She laughed again, that deep dirty laugh.

"Come on, you can come out and see what it feels like. No one overlooks my garden, because I am on a bend you see, no one can see in my garden from their bedrooms."

I followed her out to her garden, her hand leading the way. The fake grass felt just like grass under my feet.

"Here, sit just here and take your shoes off, you can feel the grass between your toes. It won't be the same as being naked, but you will get the idea."

She steadied me as I sat down, and I leant forward and undid and slipped off my shoes. My dress was bunched up behind me, so it was my knickers on the grass, not my dress, and I could feel the grass on my buttocks and thighs, and I could easily imagine how it must feel if you were naked and I had that strange feeling again, this time very definitely in my crotch, oh my goodness.

"Good?" She asked.

"Oh yes," I said, "I can imagine just what you meant by a summers night."

"I can see you," she said, "I can see what you look like, you really are beautiful. Would you like to see me?"

"Er, thank you," she had called me beautiful. "What do you mean, see you?"

"You know, with your hands."

Oh. Wow, that would be different. I had never really done that, I mean, there would be places to touch that people might be uncomfortable with.

"I might, you know, touch you where I shouldn't."

"Don't be silly, no such thing as shouldn't. Look, give me a moment, I am just nipping to the loo and then I will be back, and you can see me, is that okay?"

"Yes."

I heard her get up and walk away. My mind was in a quandary, I hadn't done it before, but I was also intrigued as to what she would look like and she seemed friendly and keen, so why not. I heard her come back and sit beside me.

"I am laying down Petra, I will take your hands and place them on my face and then you can do your thing and see what I look like, everywhere, you won't in any way upset me."

"Okay, thank you," I said.

She took my hands and placed them on her face. I moved to my knees as they felt more comfortable and began to slide my hands over her face and down to her neck, going lower toward where her blouse had been unbuttoned. I could feel the slight crease of her cleavage, but no blouse.

I moved my hands apart, no blouse, and I realised I was feeling the tops of her breasts, her blouse must have come fully undone. I moved my hands a little further down, now I fully had the feel, the shape, of her breasts, her nipples were in between my fingers. My God, what was I doing, I pulled my hands away and gasped.

"God, I'm sorry," I whispered.

"Don't, don't be sorry and don't stop Petra, I want you to see me. I actually love it."

Oh. I was a little confused but also intrigued. What did she look like, part of me wanted to know. I put my hands back, I was a little higher on her breasts than when I had pulled my hands away. Her breasts were smooth and as I squeezed my hands, they were firm yet giving inside. I held her breasts in my hands, they were bigger than mine and her nipples also fatter and longer. As I moved my hands and held her nipples I felt them harden.

I moved my head closer and looked at her nipples, dark brown against her pale skin, the area around her nipples was a mid tan colour and had little dimples in it, that was all I could tell with my poor sight.

"Taste them," Naomi said quietly, "taste them," raising her breasts to my mouth. My lips parted and I found my mouth around a nipple. I couldn't stop myself; I sucked, I chewed a little and then I pulled back, I wanted to explore more. My hands moved further down, her navel a small pit in the centre of her stomach.

Below her navel my hands still moved, exploring, my mind seeing her body in all its beauty. A dimple, and then a crease. Oh my goodness, she had taken all of her clothes off. How did she compare to me, I knew exactly how I 'looked', I had explored my own body many times. I ran my fingers across her vulva, her outer lips big and plump and a little soft to the touch, I went beyond where the crease went between her thighs.

I realised that she had no hair, I wondered if that was intentional, I was not sure if people shaved down there or not, I didn't, it had never occurred to me. I could feel her crease beneath my palm, and hardly realising what I was doing, I slipped my fingers inside her crease. She was hot and very wet between her lips, and inside her inner lips were folding around my fingers.

I slid my fingers down her crease and found her entrance, a small gathering of skin surrounding her innermost secret. I wanted to see if she were different to me, but was scared, had I gone too far? Would that be an invasion of trust? My fingertips just rested on her entrance, I could feel her pulsing, and then I heard a soft gasp and a "yes."

I pressed my fingers a little further, before I knew it, I was inside, feeling the walls of her fanny. She had ridges just like I did, a small area of hard skin on one side, which caused her to gasp when I rubbed against it. I couldn't push my fingers all the way in, she was too deep, my fingers too small. I eased them out and as they left Naomi gave a long deep sigh.

I moved my head, I wanted to see her, I couldn't see my own, I couldn't get my head close enough to my crotch, I hoped that seeing her would give substance to how I was. As I moved closer, my eyes so near to her crease, I could smell her aroma, feminine and heady almost. I could see the shape of her lips, their colour a slightly pinker flesh colour than the rest of her. Her crease was like a dark line showing the way to her depths of delight.

As I moved down I realised my nose was pressing between her lips, and I gasped as she gasped. "Fuck, yes," Naomi gasped, "taste me."

My God, I had never even imagined doing that, kissing someone down there, let alone a woman. I tentatively let my tongue slide between her lips into her crease and along with her wonderful aroma, I had her taste, salty yet sweet with a slight tang that I couldn't place. Her inner lips folded around my tongue creating a very erotic feeling, and I realised that I was squishy between my legs, my knickers would be soaked, God how embarrassing.

I stopped moving, I was unsure, but it felt good, but had I overstepped? Naomi was gasping and I realised that my nose was pressing on her button and I knew how that felt when I pressed my own. I moved my head just a little, my nose sliding over her clitoris as my fingers found their way bag to her entrance.

"Oh fuck yes," Naomi gasped and pushed hard up against my nose, liquid splashing against my lips as she bucked beneath me. I realised what I had done, I had given her the pleasures that I give myself late at night alone in my bedroom.

I eased away unsure of what to say. I sat up next to her, looking down at her blurry shape as she lay on the grass. I saw her move and then she was sitting up and her hands held my face and then her lips touched mine. She kissed me, her lips parted, her tongue pressing between my lips.

I gasped and relaxed, my body almost slumping as we kissed, my mouth open, receptive to her tongue, unsure if I should do the same, I had never kissed anyone before, well, not like this.

Her hands were on my breasts and I felt my nipples harden and press against the lace of my bra.

"I want to see you," Naomi said, "the way you saw me."

"Oh." I hadn't expected that, but then I hadn't expected anything that had happened so far. Her fingers were at the catch of my dress, undoing it and sliding the zip down my back. Her hands found my bra and unhooked it. She pushed my dress off my shoulders and pulled my bra down my arms.

"Stand up Petra," she said, and as I stood my dress fell down to my ankles. I felt her hands at my waist, and she was tugging at my knickers, pulling them down, lifting each foot she lipped them and my dress and bra away. I was standing totally nude with a woman just inches away from my fanny.

"God you are fabulous," Naomi said, and then I felt her breath on my fanny, oh my God, I had that odd feeling, like when I touch my button, only much more intensely.

"Lay on the grass Petra, please, I have to have you." I wasn't exactly sure what she meant, but I wanted to lay down anyway, I wanted to experience the grass on my naked bottom. Naomi took my hand and steadied me as I sat down and then lay on the grass. I felt her blow along my crease, and I shivered in anticipation, but I didn't know of what.

A finger eased between my folds and was inside my creases, a fingernail running along my valley floor, my pleasures began flooding through my body and I was tensing up, my pressures were building and electrics were fizzing between my thighs. I could feel my inner lips sliding around her finger, the way hers had slid around my finger.

The feeling was unlike anything I had ever felt before, it was intense and I think some of that was because I didn't know what she would do next. When my fingers played down there, I always knew what would happen next, this time I had no idea. I felt hot lips by my button and then she sucked, pulling my button into her mouth, I realised I was gasping.

As I was dealing with my button being sucked for the first time in my life I felt my entrance being pushed apart, fingers were poised and then they slowly pushed their way inside me, where only my fingers and the handle of my hair brush had gone before, but they had never given me the pleasure that was coursing through my body at Naomi's actions.