I've told this story many times and it always seems to be a hit. Someone asked me once in a chat group, "what is the most random sexual encounter you've every had?" I didn't have to think too long.
First, the background. I'm a quad amputee...that means I'm missing all my limbs. I lost them when I was 18 to meningitis. To be specific, my legs are both very short -- about 10 inches long. My arms end just below my elbows so, I have elbow function which, quite frankly, is a Godsend because it gives me so much more control than I would have without them. Now, since my legs are so short, I really never use prosthetic legs and rely on a wheelchair to get around. I do use prosthetic arms and have come to rely on them very heavily. I use body powered hook prosthetics which means I don't rely on any electronics or batteries to open and close the hooks...just cables connected to a harness that I can manipulate with my shoulders. Okay, so that's the image. Not a pretty one although I am, as I've been told, very attractive. I manage to stay trim and have been blessed with good genes.
Now, I'm not into labels but I guess I'd say I'm bi-sexual. I have always been with guys and girls ever since I started exploring sex. To be fair, I've been mostly with women the last 5 or so years so, maybe I'm a lesbian? I don't know...I don't care.
Given my disability, I do maintain a high degree of independence. I drive, go shopping, and otherwise enjoy a robust social life. A few years ago I was bitching about my wardrobe and decided to head out shopping. The local mall had a Macy's and I usually find decent deals there so, I headed over. I made my way to the women's department and started looking through the various racks of tops. A very nice older store clerk saw me and offered to help but, I was okay so I thanked her and declined.
I went back to my browsing and wheeled around a rack and bumped into someone. "I'm sorry!" I said without really seeing who I bumped into. The woman turned around and saw me and immediately said "oh, no worries." She was gorgeous. She was about 40 with the body of a 20 year old. She was tall, slender with dark hair and a face that reminded me of Selma Hyak. She was wearing a simple white blouse that was very low cut and a very tight, short skirt. She looked like she was shopping on her lunch break from work.
What really struck me about her was how she looked at me. Typically, I get a lot of stares -- mostly at my hooks or my wheelchair. But, this look was directly into my eyes which gave me a real "vibe" if you know what I mean. I brushed it off and went back to my browsing. As I was browsing, I kept noticing her glancing over at me. She seemed to follow me as I went rack to rack. As I browsed, I pulled a few items off the rack and draped on my chair. I headed to the changing room to try them. As I wheeled over, I noticed my friend right behind me with a similar load of things to try on. The clerk who managed the fitting room helped me in and led me to the very last booth on the right as it was larger than all the others and would probably be easier with the chair and all. I told her I'd be a while (for obvious reasons) and she was gracious and said take all the time you need...just yell if you need anything.
I started to take off my top which can be a slow process with hooks. But, I'm well practiced now so, I manage to get through 3 of the 5 items when I heard someone from outside the booth exclaim, "Shit!" I chuckled and said..."are you okay?"
"I need an opinion", came a reply. It sounded like my hot friend. "I'm desperate. I have a party right after work and I need to look great for the new boss. I just can't decide if what I'm wearing too much. Would you mind telling me what you think?" she said.
I paused for a second as I thought it was a little odd but, she was so hot, I didn't mind. "Sure...give me a sec." I started to open the door to the stall and there she was right in the doorway. "Oh, I'll come in, it'll be easier," she said. I rolled back and she stepped all the way in. She stood right in front of me and I was looking up at her lovely figure enjoying the view.
"I know this is odd, but I'm really in need of woman's perspective and judging by the way the girl who runs the changing room is dressed, you're it."
I laughed out loud, "Sure, no problem" I said.
"Thanks, you're a savior!" she exclaimed. "Now, I have this top." She held up a red knit top that looked very thin against her chest.
"That might be a little too clingy...its hard to tell", I said.
"Oh. Ok, I'll just put it on." she said without hesitation. She went about taking off her white blouse and revealed a very ample bosom. Her breasts were perfect and I started to feel a little warm. She was quick to put on the red knit top and as I suspected, it outlined every curve of her top.
"Oh, that's lovely." I said.
"Not too much?" she asked.
"No. To be honest, its perfect!" She must have caught the lust in my voice because she paused and gave me a little inquizative look.
"Hmm. Based on your reaction, I think I'm making the right impression."
"Oh, absolutely," I said staring at her chest.
"Maybe you should help me take this off," she offered.
"Oh, I would want my hooks to ruin it. These things are great for a lot but not with fragile knit-ware," I said.
"Hmm. I can think of one or two things you could do with them that might be interesting," she said very suggestively. My eyes lit up at that point and I felt my face turning a little flush. "Oh how cute are you!" she said seeing how .
She then grabbed by right hook and guided it to her tummy. "Hmm. It's not cold like I thought it would be," she said referring to my hook. "I wonder how this would feel in my pussy." That was it. She put it right out there so, I went for it. I took my left hook and rotated my right hook so the fingers were pointing up. I then lifted her skirt with my left hook and gently pressed my right hook up against her pussy through her panties and moved it back and forth.
"Oh my! You are a horny little thing," she said. I just looked up with a little pout. Then, she reached down and pulled up her skirt and moved her panties to the side revealing her lovely vagina. I wasted no time and slowly pushed my right hook as far in as I could and began moving back and forth. She moaned in pleasure.
As I moved my hook back and forth I was grinding against cushion of my wheelchair. I was so turned on. She then leaned over and reached her hand down to my waist slipped her hand into my shorts and quickly went to work fingering me. I was out of my mind with pleasure. She used her other hand to push my hook deeper into her pussy and let out the most guttural moan.
We were both fully engaged and lost in our mutual pleasure. Kissing, fingering...it was all so good. I remember trying to keep quiet but being unable to keep my ecstasy contained. Then, as if we were both programmed, we came together. We both quivered and shook and I could feel my seat cushion getting drenched.
"Oh my god," she exclaimed as she started to gather herself.
"Oh my god is right," I replied.
"That was amazing...but...uh...I..I have to go," she said shakily.
"Wait...what's your name? Can I call you?" I asked.
"Uh...I'm sorry...I just have to go." And with that she left the changing booth and ran off. I was so confused and wanting for more of her. She was so hot and turned on ... I just couldn't understand why she bolted off like that.
Over the next few weeks, I kept going back to that store around lunch time on the chance that I might run into her, but I never did. Every night I would replay that encounter in my head and end up getting off using my hooks.
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