The Sun I Can't See Ch. 01

"Also ... there is this book here on the table, she was reading it earlier. There is no text at all in it, it's covered with tons of small dots instead."

"Miles ... I ..."

"Sorry, Alex, I think it is better to get this out of the way so we can enjoy our evening, don't you think?"

"You ... You don't want to leave?"

"Why would I? Come on. Say it already, so we can stop talking about it. The two of us putting on poor acting performances is not how I want to spend my dinner with you."

He was different. He was not uncomfortable as he should have been. Why was he like this? I started rubbing my neck nervously, knowing he was right. The reason that I didn't want to say it was that I didn't want him to leave and wanted to spend the evening feeling just like a cute girl and have fun. But now that he said that he wanted to stay so genuinely, what would be the point of trying to pretend any longer.

"Miles ... I'm a blind person. It's from birth, and I never saw a thing in this world. I'm wearing this blindfold to hide my eyes. They look weird."

"I love the blindfold. Keep it."

"You are okay with it?"

"Yes, it's pretty. You look like Lady Justice. So, what is the deal here? How can you afford an apartment at the Theodore? You are some sort of genius or something?"

He didn't care ... like, at all. I couldn't believe it; he just skipped to a different topic after telling me I was pretty. Not that talking about money was something I wanted to do, but at least he genuinely seemed not to give a shit whether I was blind or not.

"I worked hard. And a bit of luck. This place is not that big and is fully paid off already, I just have to pay the fees. It is only one bedroom," I said.

"Do you want to give me a tour?"

"Sure ..."

Before we could even stand up, the phone rang; I used a vocal command to answer it.

"Answer. Speakerphone! ... Hello?"

"Miss Alex? This is security. How are you doing?"

"Everything is fine. Thank you."

"Thank you. We will call again later."

Simple as that. Now Miles knew he had to be on his best behavior.

"They are keeping an eye on me?" he asked.

"No, an eye on me. Living here comes with some perks, Miles. You are not allowed to murder me tonight."

"Haha. Okay, noted, do not murder the cute girl."

"Come, you wanted to see my place. It is not that big, but wait till you see the bathroom."

We stood up and started walking around. I knew every inch of my place. All the distances and objects were recorded precisely in my brain, and I never moved a single piece of furniture since I lived here. I moved around with confidence. I showed Miles the kitchen, which was half-opened to the living room. Everything was white, I knew that much, and the countertops were grey granite. I showed him my favorite item, which was a fancy espresso machine that I loved so very much. I wanted to hug it. The next stops were the laundry room and the mighty bathroom.

"Geez, Alex ..."

"Haha. You like it?"

"This is nuts ... This bathroom is bigger than my apartment."

"I know, right, I love it so much. This is why I picked this unit. You know, for me, it is all about the sense of touch, so I wanted the nicest shower and tub. It is also a sauna."

"Wow ... just ... wow."

"Come, I'll show you the rest."

I showed him around my office. It was a small room where I had my paperwork, computer, and accessibility equipment I used to do my job. Some days I wished I could stop working and say goodbye to all those neverending reports that I had to type. Bleh! I wasn't there just yet.

The final stop was the bedroom. I opened the door and walked in first. Usually, the guests are baffled by it.

"So, this is my big bedroom. The whole wall is made of windows, but nobody can see in from the outside. I don't know how it works. It's probably magic. What do you think?"

"Well, it is very ... How to say ... kinky?"

Uh? Did he just say kinky? Where did that come from all of a sudden? I started to get a bit nervous ... I did have a couple of secrets hidden inside the closet, but I remembered clearly closing the doors, so I was wondering if something was off. Too bad that I had no quick way to verify. My eyes were my hands and ears, not very useful in a case like this. I grew a bit uncomfortable.

"Hee ... What do you mean, kinky?" I asked.

"Ah. Okay. So it is not here on purpose? Well, I tell you, I didn't care about your blindness, but this ... I'm sorry, but I care VERY much!"

"Miles! What ... What are you talking about? Tell me!"

The noise I heard next was not the one I wished to hear. It was the evident rubbery noise of a latex garment. Only now, I remembered and understood what Miles saw and just picked up. It was a full latex catsuit that I left on the bed when I was cleaning earlier. I must have been so nervous that I forgot to put it back in the closet with the rest. My body burned hot from embarrassment. I extended my arms in front of me and panicked a little.

"Oh, no! No, no, no! Give it to me ... Now!"

"Heeey. Relax. It's nothing. Don't be shy like this. I just discovered a little deviant side of your personality, that's all. Here, it's in front of you."

"Shut up! Give it to me."

"Haha, you should see how cute you look right now."

I wrapped my arms around the suit, turned it into a ball of ruffled rubber and lowered my chin on it. Something like this was not supposed to happen. Then two male hands gently grabbed my shoulders.

"Calm down, Alex. I love it. Don't be shy."

"... Mph. Don't touch me. And I'm not shy."

"Alright, there, not touching. But I would love it if you wore it for me."

"Uh? What? MILES! NO!"

"Why not? Don't tell me you don't like it, I would not believe you. Don't you like wearing it?"

"I do, but ... Hey, NO! I don't know you."

"What does it have to do with me? Whether or not you are wearing the suit, I won't suddenly try to get in your pants. I'm not like that."

"So, why would I do that then?"

"That is what I said earlier, you love latex, and I love to look at girls wearing it. It's not a crime."

I couldn't even call him a pervert, I was hugging a rubber catsuit right in front of him. This bullet would be a blank. This idea he planted in my head just now caused the butterfly in my stomach to take off and party. I didn't know him at all ... So, why was I getting excited about the thought of wearing it tonight? Again, his voice. It didn't project any abusive vibes or anything ominous; I didn't think he was dangerous at all. He was just having fun.

The phone rang again, pulling me out of my trauma.

"Answer. Speakerphone! ... Hello?"

"Miss Alex. Security check."

"... No issues, thank you."

"Thank you."

There was some sort of cold silence after this call. Perhaps he was starting to get offended by those security checks. I needed this service to protect myself as I was a bit vulnerable, but at the same time, I could understand why a nice guy like him could be insulted for being treated as a potential rapist.

"Alex. Listen, this is just for fun. It is to do something we both like. Okay, let's do something about this fear of yours. Look, give me the suit, I'm just going to put it here on the bed."

His tone was reassuring. But again, I never thought he meant to harm me or anything. He gently tugged on the catsuit, and I let it go reluctantly.

"Thanks. Now open your hands. I'm going to give you something."

"What is it?"

I placed my girly hands open together in front of me.

"Here, this is my phone and my wallet. That is all I have on me. Hide it somewhere ... It is not much, but it is all I can do to show you that I can be trusted and that I trust you."

"Mmm ... I'm still not sure I should do this; wearing a kinky suit in front of a stranger is odd."

"Hehe ... Yes, you are sure, else you wouldn't even consider it. Just admit it, you want to."

"Miles! Stop! ... Okay ... Don't move. Maybe you are right ... a little ... but I want to check something first before I decide. And take those things back, I don't want them."

I gave him back his wallet and phone, I didn't care about his items at all, but it was a nice gesture, he was at least trying to comfort me. I reached him with my hands and started to feel him. That's what I do best.

"Seriously? You are wearing Jeans, on a warm day like this? What color are they?"

"Blue ... they are Silvers brand."

"I know that. I'm not dumb."

"What? You can tell just by touching them?"

"Yes. It's easy."

I then checked his top. It was a t-shirt. I tried to find a logo on it, but couldn't find any, and it felt like cheap fabric.

"Why are you wearing a t-shirt? Didn't you have a nice shirt or something? Was I not worth more than a cheap t-shirt?"

"Alex ... I was going to explain to you all that. But when I saw your blindfold, I thought I could get away with it. I live at the other end of the city, and I didn't have time to go back. And you are tickling me ... Are you done already?"

"I shall forgive you this time only. I hope it is clean, at least. And no, stay still, I'm not done."

I checked his fingers for rings and his neck for chains or something. There were none. The next part, for a sightless person, could be quite intimate, so I preferred to ask him first.

"Can I touch your face?"

"Sure ... but you are making me nervous."

"Are you good looking?"

"I don't know ... Wait! ... How is this important?"

"It is not. I can make up my own opinion about your visage. I just wanted to know if you were pretentious."

"Darn, Alex. You are evil."

"I can be. Stay still for a sec."

His ears were not pierced, but there were some small hairs that should have been plucked off. I checked his facial structure; it was pretty generic. As he said earlier, he didn't have time to go back home, so he was not clean shaved. It was a 5 O'clock shadow, but yet, it was not rough to the touch. He probably couldn't grow a decent beard even if he tried. His nose was a bit oily, but people didn't notice that in general. He didn't have any moles or anything like that. Overall he looked like a typical Caucasian.

"Close your eyes. What color are they?" I asked.

"Boring brown? And are you done? I feel scrutinized."

"Hehe, it's because you are. I think you look fine. Oh, dear ..."

"What? What did you find now?"

"Your eyelashes are SO long. Are you sure you are not a girl?"

"Hey!"

"Just kidding ... but they are very long. And you should pluck off the hair in between your eyebrows; it's gross. What color is your hair?"

"Kind of black."

"Alright, I'm done."

I won't tell him that, but he was somewhat of a cutie. To me, he seemed healthy. As I thought he was thirty or so, he didn't seem too tired, so he must get enough sleep. Being sightless was great for this kind of exercise. I could learn so much about people just by touching them. I could hear them very well too; Miles was obviously nervous when I started feeling him. When I listened to his breathing change, I discovered that he liked me more than he led me to believe. He said I was cute and all, but there was more to it, and I wondered if he realized it himself.

"Okay, you know what? If you promise to be a gentleman, I think I'm going to be bold and wear my catsuit just for you."

"Aaah, Alex. That would be super cool, but you know ... do it for yourself too. I was pushy just the kick of it, but don't do it if you are not comfortable."

"Mr. Miles. Do you have sudden remorse?"

"Hehe, maybe I do. I just really like girls in latex. I didn't mean to push you."

"Nah, it's all good. Let's do this. Go back to the living room while I'm dressing up. Unless you want to try the fancy shower?"

"Can ... Can I?"

"Of course you can. Go right ahead. You need a shower anyway. Oops ... Did I say that out loud?"

After this last little tease, I showed him where the towels were, and I went back to the bedroom, whispering some individually crafted words to myself.

"What the hell am I doing to myself?"

I stripped naked and placed all my clothes on top of the dresser. In one of the drawers, there was a bottle of lube that I picked up. I poured a bit of it in my hand and started rubbing the slippery liquid all over my skin. One reassuring thing was the sound of the water splashing that came from the bathroom, it was telling me that Miles was not peeking on me, and he was instead enjoying the luxurious shower. It was time for me to get in my latex catsuit.

For me, everything was about texture. People described wearable latex to me in the past since I couldn't see it, but their descriptions always left me puzzled. They kept saying it was shiny when polished, as an example. Telling this to a girl that had no concept of light, was a bit pointless, it didn't help me at all to understand why kinky people loved it. To me, rubber was building material, not quite erotic.

That was until a friend made me wear a pair of latex opera gloves for fun, I became hooked. It was SO different than what I expected. I touched rubber before, but wearing it was much more intense. I understood the meaning of the word "shiny" when she polished my arms. If light were anything like the wind, it would just slide effortlessly on the perfectly smoothed latex surface.

The catsuit I had was hugging my entire body, making me feel so good. I was wearing it often when I was by myself, just because I liked the sensation so much, and I was about to put it on again, this time with an observer. Sitting on the edge of the bed, I slid my legs effortlessly inside the suit. Then I tried to remove all the wrinkles around the feet and ankles; at least that was an excellent excuse to caress my body. Once satisfied with the comfort level around my toes, I stood up and pulled the catsuit over my hips and ... wait ... I felt a bit naughty. I tiptoed back to the dresser and opened another drawer to grab one of my jelly dildoes.

"This is nuts. But ... I'm so turned on!"

After hesitating for way too long, and trying to calm my heartbeat, I decided to go for it. I inserted the dildo inside my already soaking wet pussy and pulled the suit over it. I then put my arms inside the sleeves and pulled the suit over my shoulders. The lube kept making the whole operation easy.

I could feel the dildo when I was rubbing my crotch with my gloved hands; it was easy for me to tell it was in there, but ... I didn't know if it would be visible to Miles. I was semi-confident that I would get away with it; It seemed discreet enough to me.

Next was the attached hood. I pulled it over my head and aligned the mouth and nose holes. There were none for the eyes as it was pointless, for apparent reasons. I was at the point where I just needed to zip the whole thing up. I was considering letting Miles do it for me as it would be much easier. Yeah, I would do that.

I went to the closet and started rummaging like a raccoon in a plastic bin on the floor. I pulled out a pair of short vinyl high heeled boots; those always made me feel extra sexy. Maybe I could ask Miles to take care of the lacing as well. I giggled at my naughty thought, knowing it would be an excellent way to learn if he had a foot fetish.

One downside of being covered in latex was that it included my fingers too. It sure felt delicious, but it was taking away a lot of the sensitivity I needed to be functional. They were my eyes. A wave of anxiousness washed over me when I remembered that I still had to finish preparing the food tonight and this would make it much harder ...

"Oh no, I forgot about that part," I said.

"What part? ... Oh my ..."

Miles startled me. I was way too absorbed by my latex experience, and I didn't notice the water had stopped. Well, at least I was not naked anymore. I requested his assistance.

"Can you zip up my suit?"

"S ... sure ..."

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing, you are just so beautiful. It's crazy ... Did someone ever tell you how good you look in this suit?"

With my face hidden, I could blush to my heart content. I was not going to answer his question. Miles stepped behind me and started sealing me in. The feeling of the latex sliding and getting tighter around my skin was so erotic. I had to try at least to keep a minimum of composure. He was so very gentle. He didn't even try to touch me if only to move my hair out of the way. I wasn't sure if it was because of the suit, but I kind of wanted him to hug me. It was torture.

"Do you have some polish?" He asked.

Oh no! I forgot about that part too. I did have some polish, but ... was he going to offer me his help? Semi-reluctantly, I walked to the dresser once more, feeling around for the right bottle inside the drawer.

"I ... do ..."

"Okay, do you need help?"

"S ... Sure."

What else could go wrong? This whole adventure was escalating way too fast for the little me. Miles started at my feet; he was very straight forward about it. He probably knew that trying things right now would not end well for him. Slowly, but surely, he went up and up with the pad, reaching my sensitive thighs and my butt. In a very gentle tone, he tried to warn me of his next move.

"Relax, Alex. It will only take a second, I won't try anything ..."

As he said that, I understood that he was going to polish my crotch next. He had no ill intention, but only now, way too late, it came to me that I had this dildo inserted between my legs. And he would undoubtedly discover it. I felt his hand rubbing the pad right over it. My heart almost exploded, and I let out a big involuntary moan. I was done for! I would be Alex, the slut, forever.

"... Alex? ... Is this a ...?"

"... nng! ... Maybe."

"Really? Well, that is cute. I bet it feels good too."

To confirm that what he felt was what he thought, he put his whole hand over my pussy and pushed the dildo deeper. People that relied solely on the sense vision to see things were not that gentle with their hands. I could only slide a finger quickly, and I'd have had all the information I needed, but Miles didn't have that skill obviously. The dildo moved inside me, making me moan some more, and my legs started shaking.

"Wow, Alex, you are quite something, you know that? Let's finish the rest of your body."

"Yes ... please."

It was HARD to contain myself. The polishing pad was rubbing all over me, and as much as I tried, it was almost impossible not to feel this as erotism. Particularly the breast and face. I kind of wanted to get fucked right away, but I had to resist that urge. Miles was just here for a friendly dinner, after all. As if ...

"Your hood without eyes is amazing. Come to the living room. You need those boots on as well, I suppose?" he asked.

"Yes, if you don't mind."

Our awkward walk arm in arm to the living room was brutally interrupted by the phone ringing again.

"Answer. Speakerphone! ... Hello?"

"Miss Alex. Security here."

"Yes, everything is good ..."

It just felt wrong to keep doing this to Miles. I had to allow him to feel like a regular guy at some point. This date was ours, and by now, he convinced me that he wouldn't do anything terrible.

"You know what, guys? I think I'm going to be fine. Thanks for your help tonight."

"Are you sure? It is no problem at all, you know. We are here for you."

"Thank you, no, I'm good. I will call you if there is an issue."

"Very well, Miss Alex, enjoy your evening."

I hung up and stayed silent for a moment. I was not wondering if I did the right thing, but I still felt a bit vulnerable, out of habit. I tried to remind myself that Miles had been great so far, and I was trusting him. Worst case scenario, my phone system was all voice-operated. I could call security with a single word if there were anything wrong. But deep down I knew it wouldn't come to that.

"Alex, I'm going to touch your neck area gently, don't be scared."