The No Entry Club, Chapter 19 – Everybody For One Last Time

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Life seemed a bit tame, back at work in the same familiar surroundings, doing the same things as normal. However, Himari and I had plenty to talk about, as did Lindsey when she popped in round about first coffee time. The no-audio office security tapes would have shown three women with their mouths moving a bit more than usual, and stopping to laugh a lot more than usual. However, the work got done and, finally, it was time to go home, after a Friday afternoon that was considerably better than the previous one.A quick whip around with the hoover and I was ready for tonight’s meeting. The ‘stay-at-homers’ and the ‘exhibitionists’ all arrived on time, and all eager to tell the other lot what they’d been up to nearly all week. Lindsey and Himari relayed the highlights from our week at the ‘National Cake And Biscuit Fayre’, including the grisly details of the crèpe suzette stand, the delights of the Thornton’s Chocolate and Mr Kiplings stands, meeting Lexxxi and seeing me show off my buttocks and clitoris in the little black dress, oversize bra and no knickers. The ‘stay-at-homers’ all cheered at this idea and asked me when the next floor-show would be. I said I couldn’t afford a little black velveteen dress from Shein and suggested passing around my hat for contributions, but suddenly they wanted to hear about Lexxxi instead.So we told them about Lexxxi. Eyebrows were raised in copious quantities. And the ‘stay-at-homers’ alternately oohed, aahed and sucked in their lower lips dubiously when we told them about our discovery of fisting. Their lower lips filled out again when they heard about our experiences, visibly tightening their legs in deliciously vicarious agony as the story reached its climax. And then they went all ‘kitten-with-big-wide-eyes’ when we admitted istanbul travesti that Lindsey had been too tired to go to her own room so we all slept together, in the same bed, all night every night.It seemed that the general consensus was that fisting was an interesting idea, that consorting with a prostitute was an idea with potential drawbacks, and that going away for a night or two and all sleeping together after a whole evening of sex and fun together was a good idea. Someone wanted to do it at the Thornton’s chocolate factory samples department, but it turned out that’s in Derbyshire somewhere, so perhaps not within our reach. Anyway, we divided ourselves up, and Charity seemed to want to come with me. The only one who did, what have I done? So I guided her to my bedroom.“I can see a bit better today, unless you’ve got stronger lighting here at the moment,” Charity said, as I closed the bedroom door behind us.“The sunshine is coming in through the bedroom window. That might be it,” I guessed.She stared around her and pointed at the bed.“I can see the bed, or at least the general shape of it!” she said, excitedly. “I feel better when I can see better. And when my sight fades again, I feel normal again. I think my cataracts get thinner on some days, perhaps today is the day. Can you see what they look like?”“Really?” I asked, surprised. “I should have thought that if your sight fades it would make you depressed or something!”“Oh no,” she laughed. “Oh, no! My eyes are useless for anything else, I might as well enjoy them!”She lay down on the bed, now she knew where it was, with her clothes still on. I knelt down by her head and she turned her face and her milky-white eyes towards me. Maybe it was my imagination, or maybe it was true. Her eyes did seem istanbul travestileri a little less milky than when I’d seen them before. A long way off crystal clear, of course, but the natural blue of her irises seemed a little stronger, lying underneath the large blob of cataract in each eye. I stared into her eyes and my hand began to stroke her breasts which were still under her top and bra. She managed to stop her eyes from sliding sideways all the time, and for a long moment, our eyes met and held each other’s gaze.We went on observing each other at close quarters while my hand lightly skeetered over her bust.“What do my eyes look like?” she asked. “They told me once, but my eyes have got a lot worse since then and nowadays no one wants to talk about it.”“I don’t mind talking about it, Charity,” I assured her. “So long as you want to.”“Yes, I do,” she replied. “My blindness is something that crops up every minute of every day, almost, so of course, it’s big in my life, and I need to talk about it sometimes.”My fingers gripped her bra at the front point of the band between the cups. I slowly moved it left and right, and up and down, just as if it was my bra and I needed to wriggle my boobs into place without anyone noticing.“OK, normal eyes have a round iris which is coloured blue, green or brown, with tiny little streaks of darker colour generally pointing towards the centre of the eye. Yours don’t do this, your eyes are very pale blue in a larger area than just the iris, although the pale blue area isn’t round, it’s – well, it doesn’t have a shape, it’s like a map of an island. And it’s all exactly the same colour. Both your eyes have differently shaped cataract areas.”My own eyes flicked between hers, my face only inches away from hers. My hands travesti istanbul moved her bra up, down and sideways by holding onto the band and pointedly not touching her cups or the breasts underneath.“Also, your eyes are usually always moving sideways and back again.”“Oh, yes, they do that. I can stop them if I remember, but as soon as I forget they start moving again.”I slowly gripped the tops of her bra cups and manipulated them in different directions at a very slow pace without touching her breasts. Whichever way I moved her bra, her breasts followed as best they could. Her nipples seemed to enjoy that feeling so I went on doing it.“Your eyes look as though they’ve been painted onto your eyeballs, but the paint has run a little because it was too wet.”Charity laughed.“I’ve never had anyone say that about them!”“And I’ve never stared so deeply into a blind person’s eyes before now!”She stared in my general direction.“Can you open your legs for me a little bit?”She did that. I folded her skirt up over her tummy, exposing her knickers – a nice pair of black ones with plenty of lace and silk. Well, polyester, then, if you’re going to be pedantic. I then started to caress her pubic area and thighs very lightly. I trailed my fingers over her skin and knickers in a deliciously slow circular path, barely touching her but definitely doing so. My fingers traced slow circles on her legs, lower stomach, and knickers so that she was hardly able to figure out where they were. They made forays out from between her legs, then slowly circled their way back in again. Charity started ‘mmm’-ing when she felt me centering back.“This might take a while, just enjoy it for the long haul!”“OK.”She involuntarily opened her legs a bit wider as my fingers came in again for the fifth time. They plucked at the waistband of her knickers, hardly enough to disturb it. They skated slowly down to the underneath of them where the gusset is, and very slowly slipped up the centre line, directly over her lips and up to where her clitoris was hiding.

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