I just enjoy the feeling that comes from my hand. Now most everyone has seen my legs of course, but I realized at that moment no one at work has ever seen my bare feet. He was lunging harder and harder. Since the one footrest is a little higher for my shorter leg, and I was now wearing my braces with the built up shoe on that foot, my right leg sits up higher than my left.
I hooked my toes with the shoe and pulled it onto the heel of my foot. We rolled in the bed a little longer, me just in my hose and panties underneath now, which were having trouble writing a dating profile more wet with every minute.
We made a meeting place and parted ways for the afternoon. I retreated to the kitchen with the flowers for a vase as he sat down in the living room. I could see to just under the thigh strap of my brace, perfect I grinned.
I was actually secretly excited that Jeff would get to see me conquer the steps. We sat like this through dinner and through our second bottle of wine by the time the check came.
Feeling them rub against each other under your skirt, or what pantyhose felt like over your feet.
That was exactly what I needed to hear. I sat staring at my disabled legs in braces wondering how the events of the evening would go. So I extended the crutches, and pulled my body forward letting my right leg swing freely.
After a few looks in the mirror I decided I was ready for the evening date and crutched it back to my wheelchair. They like to see how a handicapped girl moves her legs with her hands getting out of a car, and things like that. We have really hit it off.
He took the black pantyhose, and lifting one foot at a time, pulled each stocking onto my feet and legs, and up to my thighs where he had to lift my bottom again. I like to cross my right leg over my left, which I did of course by picking the right leg up and pulling it over the left. I told you dating paraplegic girls go to a lot of trouble.
I crutched up to the door, again with his hand on my waist only it was a little lower this time. Let him see me pull my thin lifeless legs around without the braces crutches or the wheelchair.
I do the same with my right leg, lifting the leg into the brace and fastening the straps tightly on my legs. Jeff confided that he had never known my legs were different lengths and was interested in the thick sole on my right shoe.
Jeff kept his hand around my waist as we made our way outside and down those steps to the car. We made typical small talk about work that day while I tended to the flowers. He slid my pantyhose down both legs at once thin and pale they are.
One time I shifted under the table and moved my leg out just far enough for him to feel my brace against his leg. I have been a paraplegic since I was a little girl. He was more than okay with my spinal cord injury. Like the night before I could see Jeff becoming aroused at the sight of my frail paralyzed legs.
He actually picked up the clothes I laid out and began dressing me! He pulled away just long enough to take my other brace from my leg. He told me how gracefully I moved in the leg braces, and how beautiful he thought I was.
He placed my thin leg into its brace and fastened the straps in reverse order from the night before. My firm naked breasts jiggled as I struggled around the bedroom.Maymay: social justice technologist, autonomy activist, gender anarchist, prickly cyborg, and homeless hacker recovering from an information technology career.
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This is the story of how I met Jeff and our first date together. Dating paraplegic girls isn’t for everyone.
Jeff doesn’t seem to mind dating paraplegic girls or that I’m handicapped.Download