Woman in a wheel chair finds afternoon delight with a stranger.
While on a business trip I am in the mall, not a super sized one, but one with many shops and restaurants in its three story structure. I see a woman, attractive to say the least…Voluptuous of body, a smile that glimmers sensuality, eyes of brown glitter that could easily drive me to thoughts of desire. It is not the fact that she sits in a chair reserved for only her perfectly rounded ass, but her image of joy that draws me closer to see her better. Her eyes sparkle with happiness I cannot even imagine someone bound to a wheelchair ever feeling; I want so much to know that joy as well and find myself drawn to her as a moth is to a flame.
As I circle around her she notices me watching her and I shyly smile towards her; she returns the smile and I walk closer. The fact that though she is in a wheelchair her body is spectacular is amazing to me, so many seem to become either emaciated or overly sedentary physically; she is far from either. I find the feelings swell within me even before we speak, and my arousal could be seen if she were not looking soulfully into my pale blue eyes. Today that fact is due to my intrigue of the stranger sitting before me. My eyes are hazel and change colors sometimes with my mood, for now I am in the bliss of thoughtful lust, and know they are ice blue with the fluid passions her gaze cause.
adultfriendfinder mauritius membership I walk up to her and gaze down at the immense beauty, her face is aglow with wondering about the stranger and what he wants though fear seems to not be called for, but curiosity is there to be sure. I hold out my hand to her and wait as hers extends to grasp it; as our hands clasp I speak softly "Hello, I'm sorry to intrude, but I saw you and want to ask you something" to the friendly lady before me with gentle unobtrusive tones. "You have such an air about you, I have been around others that are held fast in chairs such as yours, yet they did not seem happy like you do…" and smile with my glimmering white teeth before continuing “…Is your joy from within? Oh... I'm Gerald by the way, sorry about not introducing myself.” As my hand still holds yours a feeling comes across me I cannot deny; some would call it lust, some desire, and still others call it being horny, whichever it is, she has stirred it! My cock has a mind and will of its own as well and swells down the inner side of my thigh; I never wear underwear, so it has freedom to grow, and grow, and grow even more. Soon it becomes an barrassment, and my body flinches as she seems to have noticed the ten inch bulge in my khaki. I blush, the reddening tones almost as dark as her lustrous ebony flesh. "I'm sorry, I don't seem in control today; I promise I am not some pervert, you are… just.... Just.... Beautiful. What is your name, if I may be so bold?” Though I know the size of my cock has already gone far beyond boldness, her smile tells me she has seen my predicament and as she turns her eyes to mine she whispers softly “Chris." I lean down and whisper in her ear “I won’t ask why you are in the chair, for it isn't import and right now, but may I take you somewhere and buy you a soda, some food, or to my room in the hotel next door to the mall?” I chuckle naughtily as my words soak in; an offer to take you to the hotel must have taken you off guard, but it was meant to be her best option for a day of wondrous adventure, one she will surely recall for a time to come. Her reply is slow, but she decides on a soft drink at the food court. I am disappointed, of course that I cannot take her back to my room immediately, but will bide my time. I walk around to the rear of the chair and push her onward to the elevator so that we can go to the lower floor and get a drink. I push the button beside the elevator and gaze down over her shoulder to see the wonders of what little is exposed to my gaze; a shudder flows through me of both amazement and desire. As the door opens I walk backwards into the space pulling the chair in facing the doors, no one else is there and we have plenty of room and privacy in the stainless steel enclosure. I watch as the doors close and push the button for the main floor, two stories below. As I had leaned over her to push the proper button my arm fell over hers and lays upon it resting on the arm of the chair, and when I stood I left my hand upon hers, a need to connect was called for. I then again leaned around her; this time with intent on my mind as I push the pause button on the console. My face turns to gaze into her eyes, mine aflame with what only could be seen as lust though I am patient and will do what is needed to allow her to come to that want as well. Without speaking I lean to her, my lips press to the lush full lips gently and then whisper "You are a beautiful woman Chris, I can't help myself." My lips part and suckle on your lower lip, and as would be expected, someone has interrupted us; the call signal shows that we have been on pause too long. I stand and push the button to allow the elevator to continue on its downward path. When the door opens several folks are there waiting with grimaces on their faces, the expressions are varied from angered impatience to ones that express the question “is there a problem with the lift?” I smile and say "It only stopped for a few seconds; no worries, we are fine” as I push her from the lift and the crowd parts to let us pass. I spy a table in the food court to the side, a planter with lush greenery stands beside it and I push her to that spot, at least no one is nearby and we can visit uninterrupted if that is her wish. As I move one of the chairs away and slip you gently to the table I ask what you'd like. “An Orange Julius” you say. “Sounds good” I reply casually and then continue with “I'll be right back” as I gaze over my shoulder and walk quickly to the nearby stand. It takes only a few seconds for the young girl to prepare them, and even less for my card to swipe the machine and be approved. With one in each hand I walk back to you, the obvious bulge has thankfully subsided for now. I walk to your right side, set one of the cups down before you and take the chair as I slide it closer, I figure my words will come softly and that way we can be closer together. I sip through the straw as does she, my eyes never leave hers; well almost never. I take the chance when you look to your drink cup to catch a glimpse of your exposed thighs below the hiked up knee length skirt, so smooth and supple they seem with the brief glance and I smile as I ask "So, what brings you to the mall today? I don't see any packages.” My left hand is free and goes to rest at the crook of her right arm as she leans forward to sip from the cup again. Her reply to my inquiry seems fitting as I hear the melody of her breathy tones sing to my ears and heart "Just some shopping." I ask if I can help with that and she smiles as her reply takes me off guard when she says "You can help me with a lot more than that from what I can tell." My eyebrows rise with anticipation as I ask “How can I be of service then Chris?” Though I already think I know the answer. Her mischievous gaze downward answers the question without speaking; I smile and say “Here, hold on to my cup if you would.” I stand, the bulge is beginning to reappear, but with me behind the chair I pull her from the table and then push the chair towards the access way to the hotel I am staying at. As we go from the mall and into the lower loby of the hotel there are only a few people around and I push the chair to the elevator and stop, push the call button, and stand beside it as we wait silently. My hip is beside the chair and I feel she moves a bit, her hand slips to my thigh and I quiver beneath the tentative gentle touch. I might have tried, but I can't help but look down at her as her right hand grasps me at the knee with provocative innuendo. The elevator arrives; thankfully no one is in it. With one hand I push the chair into the spacious lift; again we are alone. Fifteen floors to go and my hard on is growing faster than the lift can keep up with. I speak softly as the elevator rises up, but I struggle with it and say "I've got something I need to tell you; I can't avoid it, I want to get you off Chris. Can I do that for you?” My eyes plead with her as I wait for the answer that will provide us both an adventure in paradise. Her hand provides the answer once again as it slips higher on my leg, my meaty prong jumps at the first touch of her fingertips. The elevator creeps skyward. As luck would have it no one has called the elevator but us and finally the doors open on the 15 th floor. I slip behind her again and push my new acquaintance down the hall to 1532, my room, our private space that will soar us heaven bound. I slip the key card through the slot and hear the click of the lock unfasten the door. I turn my face to her as I lean forward closer; my lips press to her cheek and then find the tender spot below her ear. "You okay?" I whisper. No reply is as good as any to say "Get the door open, now" and so I swing it open before her, push her into the room which is pale compared to her beauty, even though it is one of the finest in the hotel. The door closes behind us and clicks; I turn quickly to put the night latch in place. There is no sense in getting interrupted by a maid. I push the chair over by the table, it is next to the bedside and will be close if I need to lift and carry you there, which is my intent to say the least. I move in front of you, my eyes tell the tale of want, the swollen mass over half way to the knee tells the rest. I lean to her, again I press my lips to hers, this time her response is more fitting; we are alone now and she can show me her true desires. Our mouths open and our tongues meet in an age old dance as my hands cup her chin and pull her lips to me harder. I feel her lungs fill and drain with a gasp and push the neckline of her loosely fitted blouse apart. My kisses drop from her mouth as I traverse the jaw and then onto the tender flesh of her throat. My hands drop and unbutton the blouse eagerly as I feel her chest heave with want, and I am determined to sate this beautiful woman’s every wish. Her hands tangle in my hair as I go lower and kiss the wondrously vast cleavage of the wondrously weighty
. Uhmmm, I murmur as I taste her flesh....uhhh I moan as I pull the blouse open to the waist. Her trim tummy taunts me, but first I must unburden her of the constraining fabric, so I pull her torso forward and slip the shoulders of the shirt from them; pushing and pulling I manage to take it from her body. Her moans get louder as my mouth returns to the smooth silk of her chest above the full rounded orbs still restrained, but not for long. I slip one hand behind her and unfasten the hook of her bra; both hands pull it forward and off of her fully as it slips from the slender muscular arms able to power her whole body when needed I am sure. Bared to my advance my mouth captures one nipple and then the other and finds that I am eager for more. I want so much to hear her pants of climax I can all but taste it in her fleshy areolas and nipples. My arms surround her as I lift her from the chair, I care not if she can stand on her own, and I would support her either way. I lift and brace her to my body and as I hold her up I feel the modest weight of the body I so desire; one hand slips down and unzips her skirt and I allow it to fall in a puddle below us. My hand cups one firm rounded cheek and then is joined by the other on the other cheek as I turn her to lay her gently to the bed on her back with her lags dangling tauntingly over the edge. My mouth again goes to hers; my kiss is more intense this time and the response is equal to it as our lips and tongues intertwine. My hands slip from beneath her buttocks and lift her smooth lush thighs around me. She can feel the bulge now as it nestles between the sweet nether regions of her warm moist loins; the heat permeates even through the layers of fabric separating us. I feel your legs surround me, and know that you have some mobility as they grip loosely around my waist. I take the opportunity to pull the sports shirt over my head and find her eyes are upon my bare smooth chest. Again my hands slip along her thighs, this time from knee to butt; my fingers slide gently along until the joining of her legs is felt; a gentle brush is enough for now as my fingers cross the smooth shaven mound. I pull her legs from around me and set them cross ways to me on the bed, it is her turn to watch, and her eyes glaze with want as I begin. Kicking off my loafers I gaze at her invitingly; my hands unbutton the waistband of my khakis and then slide the zipper down to the base of the slide with daunting slow resolve. From that moment I let the course of gravity take its toll and my pants fall in a puddle at my ankles. My eagerness is now exposed as my thick shaft swings above the edge of the bed bedside her. Her eyes grow large as she sees what will soon be hers. I am in no hurry though and lean down, my lips pass over her once again, trail down her neck as I step from the pants that had all but hidden my meaty cock. Soon my parted lips again find the textured areolas and nipples at their eager grasp; I suck on one and then the other with lavishing want and desire. My left hand slips downward and finds the barrier of her lacy, but practical panties, and slips beneath their band across the smooth lush flesh of her mound. Her wetness is spectacular, her manner and arousal overpoweringly sweet; I've never been with a black woman, certainly not one bound to a wheel chair, but I find her arousal drives me unable to resist the desire. I push my fingertips to the flower and pull them into it as they flex to the inner labia. Her pussy is soaking wet already and I have yet to taunt it, taste it much less test its pliability to receive the inch and a half broad head of my manly tool; I grin as I suck on her heavily textured nipple with more vigor. My mouth follows my hand and soon I push the panties over her hips with both hands, slip them down as I lift her hips from the covers. I catch a wafting scent of her loins and find it intoxicating; my head swims with wanton desire as I lower it to her mound. My tongue first touches the smooth flesh above the finery of her flower; my lips cup with suction on each place they find contact with the sultry brown flesh. A gasp flows from my body as I feel the petals of her flower within my grasp. I push my tongue between the fluffy petals and taste her excitement instantly and cannot help but groan into the lush valley of her body; my tongue stabs into the sweet wetness of her channel several times with eager thrusts. At my chin is the button that will further her growing need for me, I flicker my tongue over it in circles and swipes to enhance her pleasure, and find hr body quivering with more than want, her gasps prove her need. I suck abruptly on the engorged as her hands pull my head in to the tight gash of heaven. The swaying meat beside her has apparently taken her attention as one of her hands slips from my head and takes the smaller head, though not too small to fill it, in its grasp. I feel the smallish fingers surround my crowned head and shudder with delight as a droplet of pre-cum seeps from the tip, she feels it I know and swipes it from me only to taste her palm coated with my essence. She coos eagerly at the heavily salted cream. I groan knowing we might share oral delights and swing my body to lie along hers as I delve deeper into the chaste gash of her pussy with my lips, tongue and now fingers. I nudge my hips suggestively towards her mouth and she accepts me willingly. Her lips trail over the head as a talented tongue returns my oral offerings along with eager suckling lips. I push one finger into the snug channel and begin with the digital entry of her spirited desire. Her hips find movements up and back as I offer myself, my mouth, my tongue, and finger to bring her joy, and in reply her mouth surrounds the head and sucks it gently as I feel her hand cup my tightening full sack. Is it a wonder that I cannot help but groan into the valley of her sex? “No…” I think silently, the only sounds that fill the room are of wondrous sexual adventure and the coos of enchantment. Two fingers replace the one and my thrusts become more profound. The g-spot is at my command and with each time I caress it her fluids flow more, satisfying my want to drink from the fountain of her sweet flavored pussy. My mouth opens to accept the latest offer of honey sweet nectar and I revel in tasting and then swallowing it greedily. I do not force my cock into her mouth, which is for her to take as she can; more slips in and I feel the tip as it touches the opening to her throat. I gasp and quiver my enjoyment. Her head retreats momentarily and then consumes my massive stick again, this time it slips into the tight crevasse of her throat; gag reflex forces her to withdraw again and I push my fingers against her g-spot as my mouth sucks wildly on the engorged nubin of her clit. My commanding resp0onse causes her mouth to again assault my manly tool, this time there is no reflexive act from he throat and all but three inches slip into the eager orifice. Another gasp of hot breath coats her flower as I groan in delight. Once again she withdraws, this time it seems only for the much needed air, the spittle glistens along the fleshy tool, though I cannot see it, I know the mark you have left so far down the shaft. I too withdraw and raise my torso from hers, both of us now sweaty with need, both ready for the final act of our afternoon joining. Turning my torso around I position myself between her legs on my knees, the spittle gleams along my shaft, the nectar has filled her sweet gash with glimmering invitation. I say nothing as I lower myself to her, guiding my mighty stick to the heaven it seeks with such heated desire. I groan as the heat of her pussy touches my cock’ s head; the combined tactile and sweltering heated sensation is pure desire to find even more of the wondrous hole and the climax it so deserves to be given, as does my body as well. I push to it; my hips pushes alone are enough for now. As the lengthy prong stretches the tight entry muscle I feel her body respond, to my surprise it does not withdraw, but rather thrusts to take me hungrily farther in to the heavenly abyss. My body suspended above hers gives me vantage to watch as her hips thrust up to meet mine, I smile greedily as I serve her the best way I can. My body drops to lie upon hers; the added weight allows me to push into the hungry cunt in one felled swoop. Our smooth shaven mounds meet heavily as she feels the full impact of my cock stretching even the farthest depths of her womanhood. I gasp at the wonder; her quaking pants tell me to move my ass and fuck her now or leave her in peace…the former the only act you would choose. Again I move, my hips pull from her wetted walls and thrust back again over and over as we fall in to a rhythm of sated glorious fucking deep inside the most wondrous cavity I have ever felt, pure in desire, wanton in delirious delight. “Black is beautiful” I had heard, “As sweet as dark creamy chocolate” another expression; this proved it to my very soul and I could not stop wanting to feel her waves of orgasm surround me; encompass all that I had to give and take all I could offer. Moving one leg from between hers I rose again to my knees, reaching for and drawing up the other knee to my ribs. In moving my knee over your lowered leg I straddled it as my hips continued to take all she could offer I pulled up on the knee at my rib cage and drew her leg out straight above my shoulder clasping it there with my right arm. My freedom of movement was absolute now as my hips plunged ever harder to meet her groin and the tight quivering muscles of the saturated wet pussy. The sounds of fucking filled the room with both our voices and the liquid slurping of her snatch as I commandingly fucked on; deeper and harder from angles she had surely never felt a man give. My free hand found the swollen clit and slathered it with much needed attentions as my thumb and index finger gripped it tightly while my shaft passed by with blinding speed and accuracy to fill the heavenly portal fully with each plunge. I groaned as my own climax neared, knowing her had become continuous even before the change of pose. Her gasps and whimpers were heavenly music to my ears; the flow of nectar that coated our legs and the sheets below messy but apt for the satiated glory of the event. At last I could hold out no longer and pleaded with her to climax fully one more time as I pushed even deeper into her cunt; my balls drawn up into a tight sack slipped into the outer muscle as well giving her cause to do just that. I felt the surge of hot wet cream as it escaped the depths of her core, felt it flow along the vast plug that filled her to the back wall of the innermost chamber, her womb. It was time to show her my worth as well and As her spasms racked over the heaving sweat soaked body in waves of climax I pushed into her fully as I lifted the lower hip from the bedding. The broad head nestled against the far inner wall of her womb, my tightly filled sack that would drain the seed of heated cum nestled inside the outer muscle of your lush wet pussy quivering with lustful needs that could no longer be denied. My head fell back as the first stream erupted from me and found her depths; what had been her most private realm was now mine to fill, and fill it I did with the searing heat of my semen. The second wave shook me as again my cock exploded into her, I screamed out my pleasure loudly and I cared not that anyone within three floors could have heard it. Her body quaked as she received the rewards of our passions and gave another out cried gasp as each stream of my seed filled her over full. I knew there would be but one more surge; and yet I wanted it to make note of our lustful adventure. I pulled my length from her folds and held her leg tightly against my chest as the head danced at the lush petals for moments that took an eternity to experience. The nectar she had given blended with the semen I had provided her and poured from the gaping maw of her cunt as I held her in the awkward pose of the Venus Butterfly. I waited and watched as the flow slowed, her body quivered with sated glory already and yet she knew not what was about to happen as we shook together in the climax of the wanton sexual pleasures that had come to pass. As her eyes turned to me I smiled and said “One more Chris; this is to prove our needs have been fulfilled.” I thrust my ten inch cock into her open willing cunt to the hilt, again my sack went in as well; as it found the bottom of her channel my left hand grasped her clit and twisted it ruthlessly to inflict the final pain of desire. The semen that erupted from me was like no other ejaculation she had ever known; hot cream filled her womb fully and all but burned the inner sanctum as I held myself in state within those hallowed walls; we each cried out in painful pleasure for all the world to hear until our raspy voices failed us, our breaths almost taken away by the onslaught of glory in an orgasm neither had ever found in life, fantasy or dream. My body faltered with the overt physical demands and I laid her down onto the bedding, her hip fell into the puddle of our blended fluids and I chuckled softly at the mess we had made, as did she. The semi rigid pole slipped from her and I rolled over to lay beside her for a bit, I knew I would have to return her to the mall in time, but the post climactic bliss was something we needed to share, at least until the quaking had ebed fully. And perhaps, I thought a bath for my new friend, the hottest lover I had ever found. Could the added turn on be her limited mobility or was it simply that we were somehow connected with desire? I did not know, but in time may find out. “I’ll be right back…” I said quietly as I got up from the bed, the drenched surface of my tool dripping our juices as I walked to the bathroom. I stepped to the tub and began the filling of it; I knew that she would not be comfortable in her chair if still coated with my seed and your own glorious honey. As it began filling I took the moment to drain my bladder and wiped away the dripping mass that slicked my still rigid cock; the excitement had been so profound that I would carry the hardened mass of it for a while, it is my way. I walked back to the bed and scooped her up into my arms, her sultry smile showed the appreciation of the gesture and I pressed my lips to hers gently even as I felt a drop of nectar fall to my flesh from the heavenly portal I had so used for my own needs, and hers. I carried her to the tub and gently leaned her into it, with some from her help she ended up seated along inside the smallish hotel fixture, but looked so tauntingly beautiful I could not help but smile as I stepped in behind her. I scooted her up and sat down against her back and buttocks, the mighty stick stood along her spine pressed between us as I curled my arms around her waist and squeezed them around it lovingly. My lips pressed to her shoulder and then neck as I cooed out the sounds of sated love in soft whispers beneath her ear. Her hands cupped over mine as I held her and then guided them, one to her breast and the other to the wondrous gash beneath the soothing warm water. I could not help but wonder if she was aroused again with the quivering flesh my fingers found . . . as was I. Rest with me here for a bit Chris; let me wash away the tensions we have built up and then I will make love to you long and slow if you will have me.” I picked up the shower wand and turned it on to a gently pulsing spray that carried the warm stream in luxurious physical tones of pleasure. My upper hand lifted her breast and I sprayed beneath it, and then the other, pressing the head against her areola and nipple seemed to make it grow tense with need again; I smiled as I felt the response. Pressing the shower head against her tummy I slipped it down to the space above her smooth mound, the pulse of it delved deep into the worn muscles as I leaned her back against me to have more access, she parted her legs to yield it to me yet again. At last her soft whimpers sounded as the stream felled its liquid pleasure upon the tender swollen nubin of her so sensitive clit and petals, I turned the head to be sideways to the entry, it was not time to flood her with liquids again yet I thought, and it was my seed and her nectar that I had want to fill the lush cavity with again, and again if we could. The swirling water around her loins became cloudy with the rinsed remains of our sexual adventure and I felt her grasp the shower head and guide it willfully to her pussy’ s lips. A smile crossed my face as she drew the stream to the opening and filled the heavenly channel with the pulsing stream; a gasp came from her lips as she shuddered out yet another wave of climax with the warm flood that filled her. The coos of pleasure astounded me, but not near so much as when her voice pleaded for me to fill her mouth with my dick while she pleasured herself with the water’ s stream. Slowly I stood behind her and laid her back a little to lean against my thighs; her head fell back between them as she found the weighty prong above your face ready and willing to grant her wish. My eyes could see her press the shower head against the petals of her pussy to feel it fill the cavity with the joyous flood as her mouth fell open in readiness as she gasped out her want to take me all; to fill her all the way down her throat. I guided the head to her lips and filled her mouth, she moved to take more, and then more again as she breathed through her nose to not have need of my pulling from her until it was time. Each inch followed the last as I pushed into the depths of her open willing gullet; I groaned as the thick all but rigid pole disappeared down her quivering throat and gasped as the need to cum swept over me all too soon. I pulled it out and roared my climax as one and then another surge of semen coated her face in wild unbridled spurts of slick cream. As my orgasm's thunder passed I looked down at the face that had brought such wondrous joy again so soon and had to chuckle; the shower head was inside her cavity as her body gave wave after wave of satisfaction. Her mouth stood open as she gasped for much needed air; the look still inviting even now after being drained of all I could offer. I leaned over her and licked the sticky semen from her cheeks, chin, lips and eye lids as she cooed out her own blissful time of wonder. After the remains were licked away I reached up and turned off the water, the time had come to leave this episode behind. I would dry her, help with dressing her if she had need, and deliver her back to where I had found her. I knew that somehow on my next visit to San Francisco I would again find her, in the mean time it was a memory that I would carry dearly; my resolve was to seek out this joy again, no longer limiting me to what other folk might consider a physically perfect women. For I now knew that to judge a book by the cover it bore, or the shelf it sat upon was simply limiting the wonders I could find.
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