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Wheels
By
Jan
When the morning sun woke me up and I lay there looking up at the pink ceiling. It took me a few seconds for me to remember why I was on my back looking at a hexagon tubular steel tub over my bed with a chain holding a steel tube meant for hanging onto to pull you up. What I could remember was not very much. I had been driving my old MG Sprint far to fast around the mountain road going home when a large bolder appeared in my headlights as I turned an outside of the curve. I had turned the wheel sharply to the right and hit the brakes.
The next thing I remember is trying to get up as someone is telling me to lay still, your leg is broken. I must have been going in and out because I had just flashes of asking what happened, then being lifted into a stretcher or basket, then the throb of a helicopter blades and the wash of downdraft of air, then being pushed by unseen hands down a light green hall. The time seemed to stand still and at the same time the x-ray room and the round light over my head in concentric rings of light were just blurs.
I had gone over the side and the seat must have broken and the back of the car must have broken my lumbar between L- 4 and 5. I was paralyzed from the chest down. My right leg was in a cast because my tibia and fibula had a compound fracture.
I had been in the hospital for about four months. It is terrible how fast all your mussel strength vanishes when you are recovering from an accident. The act of pulling your upper body to a sitting position makes you sweat.
All you can do is look at the clock as you wait for the staff to come. First the sponge bath, wait for the time to pass before they bring in your food, then the doctor to come around and poke your flesh and asking if you feel a dull or sharpness. Of course you feel nothing.
Then a physical therapist comes in and puts a web belt around your waist and helps you move to a wheelchair. She pushes you down the halls to a therapy room where you work out on machines to strengthen your upper body.
The day is broken up into different sessions that require you to move around from room to room, floor to floor. All of it designed to strengthen your upper body so you can manage your wheelchair. You even have two sessions a day with a physistrist. One is a group session where they discuss feelings and problems coping with day to day problems of getting around, the other one is divided up into a group session where they talk about sexual problems then a one on one where they evaluate if you are suicidal.
I bought a new lightweight wheelchair that would allow me to move around better. I had traded my sports car wheels for those of a wheel chair. I was buying a car with controls that would allow me to drive with my hands and my home was having ramps put in and the kitchen made so I could eventually do things for myself.
When I got home I had an occupational therapist stay with me for a few weeks. I knew I would need help for a long time before I would be able to live alone.
That lead to me hiring a trained companion. I interviewed several until one came in that was the best thing I had hoped to find. Her name was Ester Nunes. She had been a registered nurse in another state.
I asked her why she had moved to this state and why she was not trying to register as a nurse here.
She told me quit frankly that she had been barred from the nursing profession because she had seduced a patient. In this state as a live in help giver I don't have to register as a sexual pervert. I was impressed with her candor.
Looking at her I was impressed with her beauty. She was at least 5' 9" tall. She was of a Hispanic heritage of some sort. Black eyes, thick black hair pinned up tightly on the back of her head, not a strand of hair was hanging lose on the back of her neck. She had a strong figure that was well proportioned to her body. Her breasts were large. They were the size of medium watermelons. Her hips were broad. She was dressed in a crisp white uniform and white leather tennis or walking shoes.
I decided to hire her after thinking about it over night. I had experimented with lesbianism in college and enjoyed it. I had even had affair with my English literature professor for a couple of years.
So my life with Ester started as soon as she could make arraignments to move in. At first it was all business but her touch became more personal. My shower had been rebuilt while I was in the hospital so that it was very large and the door went to the tile floor and a marble bench was built into the wall so that I could get the wheelchair into it and transfer to the bench. The water controls for the hand held showerhead was located where I could reach them.
But it would take time for me to be able to do such things for myself. For the next several months Ester would have to help me get out of the chair and even wash me.
Ester would help me out of bed and get me out of my nightie and into the chair. Then she would remover her clothes. I was impressed the first time I saw her nude. An even golden brown color all over her body. Those big breasts were capped chocolate colored areolas as big around as an eight-ounce drinking glass bottom. Her nipples were as big as thimbles. As your eyes traveled down her body you see a flat tummy with a deep navel button. As your eyes travel down you see a thin trail of black pubic hair that gets wider and thicker until it disappears between her legs. Her pubis would be hidden completely if it were not for the thick chocolate labia looking like thick flower pedals parting the hair. I was attracted to her the instant I saw her.
On the second week of our being together she helped me into the chair after she gave me plenty of time to visually inspect her nude body. In the shower she helped lift me onto the bench when she pushed me into the shower. She put the chair outside and closed the door. Easter bagged the cast on my right legs in a plastic trash bag. Then she handed me the shower nozzle and I adjusted the temperature until it was comfortable for me.
Then I covered my body with the water. My hair is cut in a short blonde flip, which makes it easy to wash and dry. Ester got a bottle of herbal shampoo from the basket on the wall and washed my hair for me. I would be doing this for myself soon. Ester then took the bar of soap and wet her hands. She made a thick lather then took a wash cloth and started washing me. She washed my shoulders and back. Then she moved in front of me and started washing the front of me. I may be dead from the waist down but my breasts sure enjoyed the attention. I could tell the nipples getting harder as she ran her hands over them.
Ester knelt in front of me and washed the lower half of my body. If I were not watching her I would not have known just how much attention she gave to cleaning my pussy. She ran her long fingers deep into my cunt. But she finally washed each leg. Of course I felt nothing.
When she was happy that I was clean she took the nozzle from me and rinsed me off and then got a big towel and dried us both off. When she put me back in the chair and took me back into my bedroom.
She sat me on the side of the bed and asked me what I wanted to put on. I just wanted shorts and a T-shirt. So she picked out a nice matching pair of under clothes and a pair of tan shorts along with a tight fitting boat neck T-shirt in green. Then she turned to me.
She asked me if she could taste my pussy first?
I was taken back by her request. I stammered and said. Why would you want to do that I wouldn't feel it?
She told me that just because I wouldn't feel it would not stop her from enjoying it.
I said ok it has been a long time, for me.
Ester lay me on the bed and spread my legs wide open. Before she started work on my pussy she sucked my nipples until I was about to go crazy form the thrill of her mouth. She got on the foot of the bed and put her mouth on my cunt. She was making animal sounds deep in her throat as she licked and sucked me. She was reaching down between her legs and playing with her own pussy as she sucked me.
The aroma of sex was filling my nose. I was getting excited watching her. Finally I said Ester please turn around so I can suck you too.
Ester removed her hand from her pussy and turned around so that she could straddle my head. I was looking up at those thick labia and the dark chocolate brown of her asshole as she lowered her pussy to my mouth.
As my tongue parted the lips with my tongue a pubic hair got caught between my teeth. She jerked as the hair was pulled out by the root. The juice in her cunt was soaking my face. I was lapping like puppy lapse milk. All nose and noise I could get into the action.
Ester was letting me know how much she liked what I was doing a good job by the noise she was making and her hips were rotating around, up and down. When she climaxed she relaxed her legs and smothered me with her wet pussy.
When she was done she went and got a wash cloth. She cleaned my face very carefully. Then she moved me and cleaned between my legs. I was surprised to see how wet the sheets were where my ass had been.
Ester said I may not have felt it but you must have climaxed because I had filled her mouth with my juices.
Then she helped me dress and she made my bed. She pushed me into the kitchen so we could talk as she made breakfast.
She told me that I had to learn how to do everything for myself. I would do a little more every day. I tried to say "but". Ester said there are no buts. You do it or I will not make love to you. She said that with a big grin.
Within six months I was cooking for her, dressing myself and even dressing and undressing her. I was doing all the driving for us. Eventually she had to move on, because I was totally independent.
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