Disabled Erotica

Marianne

by Sam James

Colin pushed his trolley round the end of an aisle in the busy supermarket, looked up at the signs and located the aisle where the tins of tuna would be found. He then began to move down that aisle looking for what he wanted. He always found shopping in new supermarkets annoying, as he liked to go almost instinctively to the items he required, then get out of the places as quickly as possible. However, he was staying in town on business for a few weeks as he worked on a software installation for his company, and so would have to get used to shopping there. He was just wondering why all branches of the same chain couldn’t be laid out identically when his attention was drawn to a pretty blond haired woman moving down the aisle in front of him. He spotted her because of her strange gait. She was walking down the aisle pushing her trolley with one hand, her forearm crutch occupying the other. Colin ran his eyes over her slim back from her shoulder length blond hair, over her floral pattern blouse and long pleated gypsy style skirt which was trimmed at the hem with white lace caressing her black nylon clad right calf . The need for the crutch was obvious as only her right leg emerged from the hem of her skirt. His thought process changed from worrying about supermarket layouts to wondering how much of her left leg remained under her long skirt. He began following her at what he thought was a discrete distance, studying her movement as she moved along ahead of him, trying to see the outline of her stump covered by the dark cotton of her skirt. He decided that she did have a stump as he detected her thigh moving her dress as she crutched, but couldn’t tell whether her leg ended above or below the knee. He didn’t know why disabled girls fascinated him, and had never really got to know one, but all the pictures on his lap top, and favorites on his you tube account definitely identified him as a devotee.

She stopped ten feet in front of him, turned sideways so that he could see her in profile for the first time, and crouched down on her one leg to get a tin of something from the bottom shelf. He took in her pretty face with slightly upturned nose, the fact that she wore minimal makeup, and the swell of her pert breasts tenting the front of her blouse, which was tucked into the waistband of her skirt. A wide leather belt hung loosely over her hips. She then pushed herself back up to stand on her right leg and began moving away along the aisle. Colin had also spotted her other crutch lying in her trolley. He allowed her to move on a little before following her again, as he had felt that maybe he was getting too close and he didn’t want to warn her off. She disappeared round the end of the aisle and he wanted to move quickly to follow her as he didn’t want to loose her in the crowd, but his caution got the better of him so he carried on at the same sedate pace, all thoughts for the shopping he needed now out of his mind. Once at the end of the aisle he looked round to see where she might be, but drew a blank. He began to panic as he looked for a sign of her in the busy store. There were several aisles to choose from, all crowded with Saturday afternoon shoppers. Which one had she gone down? He began to chastise himself for his caution. He should have stuck closer to her. Now she was gone and he would be very unlikely to see her again. Then a stroke of luck, he spotted her one foot standing on her medium heeled court shoe and the end of her crutch in a checkout queue a little further down the store. In dismay he noted that there were already three people in the queue behind her so joining the end of the line would be futile as she would be checked out and long gone while he waited his turn. He thought of abandoning his trolley and waiting for her outside, but then he wouldn’t have any food for the weekend, and the shop would be closing shortly.

Then he heard the automated ‘voice’ of one of the new check out machines. He looked along the line of checkouts and spotted them at the end nearest the exit. This could be the answer. He took one last glance at her, and then moved quickly away down the store. He found that the DIY checkouts were not that popular and didn’t need to queue. He kept half an eye on the people passing him with their loaded trolleys as he checked his own items out, but knew that he would be outside before her. He hadn’t even thought about what he would do then. How could he approach a disabled girl without his fascination being obvious?

He wheeled his trolley out into the afternoon sunshine and stood along from the door waiting for her to come out. He hoped that she hadn’t decided to go for a coffee on the way out as loitering too long might invite the attention of one of the stores security men standing round the door. He relaxed when she emerged still pushing her trolley with one hand and hoping on her one foot with the aid of her crutch. He watched her turn the corner and then stop by a white Peugeot parked right out front of the store. Of course she would be parked there. It was the disabled car parking space. Why hadn’t he thought of that? His own car was parked right across the other side of the car park at least a hundred yards away. He watched her load her shopping bags into the boot, then push her trolley to the nearest trolley parking point and retrieve her coin. He then pretended to look away as he studied her moving much more easily with the use of both her crutches back towards her car. His heart sank a little as the sun glinted on her wedding ring as she opened the car door. He watched her lower her bottom on to the drivers seat then lift her left leg stump still concealed by her skirt, with her hands before lifting her right foot in and closing the door. He wondered why she needed to lift her left leg in with her hands?

She started the engine and began to reverse out of the parking space. He smiled to himself in resignation as he watched her go. Would he ever see her again? He thought the chances were slim. Colin wheeled his trolley to his own car and loaded the small amount of shopping he had pick up into the boot, then returned his trolley. He did think about going back inside and finishing his shopping but the place was too crowded. He didn’t feel like pushing back through the crowds. He began his slow drive round the car park towards the exit. He decided to stop at the stores petrol station and use his vouched for 5p off each litre of fuel. His heart nearly missed a beat when he spotted a white Peugeot stopped by one of the pumps. There she was, standing by her car, holding herself up with one crutch, the nozzle of the fuel pump in the other. He drew up by the airline and got out, pretending to check the pressure in his tyres. He watched her crutch over to the cashiers window and pay for her fuel and then back to her car. He noted that she lifted her left stump in with her hands again and realised that she grabbed her leg around the knee area, making him think that she must be a LBK amputee. Why then, was she not wearing a prosthesis?

He decided to try following her, still not knowing how to approach her should he get the chance.

Despite the number of cars at the supermarket the roads were relatively quiet and Colin soon settled in a position two cars back fro her white Peugeot and followed her with some ease over a couple of roundabouts and road junctions with traffic lights. She was soon turning off the main road into a housing estate full of newly built detached and semi detached family homes. He followed slowly, beginning to feel nervous. It would be difficult to hide on such an estate. He saw her turn into a cull de sac of detached houses. Colin stopped and waited, watching where she went. He saw her turn into what he thought must be the driveway to the third house on the left. The garage door must have been open as she drove straight in. Now he knew where she lived. But what good would that do him? He had seen her wedding ring, and the house was obviously a family home. He knew that he should leave there and then and forget about her. Colin put his car into gear and drove past the end of the cull de sac to find somewhere to turn round feeling rather foolish that he had wasted his Saturday afternoon.

As he drove slowly down the road he heard someone shouting through a tannoy. He would down his window and heard a local MP out canvassing for the forthcoming local council elections. He then spotted smartly dressed men and women carrying clipboards knocking on doors along the street. He checked his own appearance, casual but smart enough. He knew he had a clipboard in the back of the car with his tools. His heart rate quickened. Could he do this? Dare he do this? Not for the first time in his adult life he cursed his affliction. Would she be alone in the house? Would she recognise him? Had she spotted him earlier? He had to know. And he had to move quickly and get to her house before the real canvassers did. He judged that they were working their way up the estate and so hadn’t visited her street yet.

Colin quickly turned his car round and headed back up the estate, parking just out of site on the road running past the end of her Cull de sac. He quickly combed his hair and then reached in the back for his leather bomber jacket and clipboard, tearing off the front sheet, which had his company’s logo on the top.

He moved quickly along the street, his heart thumping in his chest hoping the neighbours didn’t spot him. He didn’t want to draw attention to himself. He arrived outside her house and glanced up at the windows. He didn’t see anyone looking out at him. He took a deep breath and pressed the doorbell. He immediately wondered what he had done, but knew there was no going back now. He heard someone moving about on the other side of the door then the door began to open.

Colin was almost tongue tied as she stood before him leaning on one crutch still wearing the same clothes, as before, He knew he had to start his spiel and sound convincing now.

He cleared his throat as she looked questioningly at him. He tried hard not to look down at her one foot or her crutch.

‘Good afternoon madam. I am canvassing on behalf of the Conservative party for the forthcoming local elections. I wondered if I could ask your opinion on a few matters of local interest?'

‘I don’t normally spend time talking to canvassers but I do have strong opinions on some current local issues. What do you want to ask me?’

‘Well, why don’t you tell me about the issues you care about, and I can then tell you what our parties policy is on the issues that interest you.’

‘As you can see, I am disabled,’ she said with a smile.

Colin followed her gaze down towards her single foot and felt his face redden as she swung her hips slightly causing her pleated skirt to ripple.

‘I don’t see many new disabled car parking spaces on the councils plans for the town centre redevelopment,’ she said. ‘If I vote for your candidate instead, and the council control passes to your party will you be reviewing those plans before going ahead?’

Colin was just about to waffle out an answer.

‘Hang on a minute,’ said Marianne. ‘I know where I have seen you before. You were following me round the supermarket, weren’t you?’

Colin knew he had been rumbled, and blushed in embarrassment instantly.

‘I thought so,’ said Marianne with a wry smile. Colin nearly fainted with embarrassment when he noticed her left leg stump trembling under her skirt. Marianne put her hand on her thigh to stop it moving.

‘Look, why don’t you come in? We can discuss the council’s plans in the kitchen over a coffee. My legs getting tired with all this standing,’ said Marianne.

Colin couldn’t believe his luck. He followed her down the hallway and through the lounge to the kitchen, his gaze glued to her left leg as he still tried to work out how much stump she had. He also wondered about its trembling.

Colin stood and watched her make the coffees and then hop round to face him.

‘Lets cut the pretence about the election shall we?’ she said with a smile. ‘I think you’re a devotee, not a canvasser, and I think you have been following me all afternoon. Am I right?’

Colin cleared his throat and thanked her for the coffee. He then admitted his fascination for disabled women and his need to find out more about her. He said that he had been wondering all afternoon about her stump, and how she lost her foot.

Marianne smiled again and leaned back against the work top and put her coffee down. She then gripped her skirt at the top of her thighs and very slowly gathered the material up pulling the hem higher and higher. Colin swallowed hard as she revealed more of her black nylon clad right leg. He swallowed harder still when she had pulled her skirt up to her knees, as she revealed her left foot hanging limply directly below her left knee. She continued to inch up her skirt to reveal all of her small left foot, and thin, under developed left thigh. As he looked at her left leg it began to tremble again. Marianne let go of her skirt allowing it to fall and cover up her withered leg, and then gripped her left thigh to stop it shaking.

‘So now you know,’ she said. ‘I hope that satisfies your curiosity.’

‘Why does your leg tremble like that?’ he asked.

‘My left legs spastic. I cannot control it. I cant move it voluntarily either,’ she said.

‘I wondered why you had to lift your leg into and out of your car,’ said Colin.

‘Well, I’m a bit of a mess really,’ sighed Marianne.

‘I think you’re beautiful, and you cope really well with your disability,’ said Colin.

‘Well I was born like this, so I’ve had lots of practice, and as for beauty, you’re a devotee so I think you see me rather differently than most men.’

Colin took a mouthful of coffee to try and cover his embarrassment.

‘Did you like what you saw?’ she asked coyly.

‘I have never seen a short leg before. I don’t think its unattractive.’

‘Is your cock hard?’ she asked.

Colin had been covering the bulge in his trousers with his clipboard.

‘Come here,’ she said.

Colin put his coffee down on the table and shuffled shyly over to her.

‘Put down that clipboard,’ she ordered.

Colin did as she asked and then gasped as he felt her fingers trace the outline of his bulge trough his trousers.

He gasped again as he felt Marianne unfasten his zip and put her slim hand inside his pants. She then began to caress his shaft with the black silk of his boxer shorts. He moaned as she pulled her hand away but then smiled as she unfastened his belt and the waistband of his trousers, allowing his strong erection its freedom to tent the front of his boxer shorts.

‘Did I really do this to you?’ she asked.

‘Well I don’t see any other beautiful brunettes in the room,’ said Colin

He put his arms round her waist and pulled her to him, trapping his swelling between their bellies. Colin felt her left leg tremble again as they kissed for the first time deeply and passionately. He ran his hand up her side and began to caress her left breast through her blouse and bra, causing her to moan softly between kisses. Marianne began to unfasten the buttons of her blouse to allow him access to her aching breasts. She leaned back away from him and gasped as he lifted her bra up to uncover her pert tits then immediately put his mouth to her erect left nipple.

Colin put his hand on her left thigh to try and control its spasms as he felt her fingers return to exploring his cock through the silk of his boxer shorts. Marianne felt him spasm as he forced a bead of pre cum through the silk, which she smeared over the end of his swollen knob. Colin put his hands on her buttocks and began to caress them, then ran a hand round her hip to rub her mound through her skirt and panties. She couldn’t really open her legs for him as she couldn’t control her left leg and she was stood with all her weight on her right one so he had to worm a finger between her thighs to rub her swollen sex lips. When he managed to put pressure with his middle finger at the top of her slit at the same time as he nipped her left nipple with his teeth she cried out sharply and her left leg trembled again.

‘Oh my god, that’s so good. Rub it some more. Don’t stop,’ she cried.

Colin loved bringing her off with his finger and mouth but felt he was close to loosing it himself. He guided her hands away from his cock and pressed himself against her hot belly.

Once she had rode out her orgasm on his hand Marianne pushed him away from her and crouched down on her one leg. She unfastened the button fly of his boxer shorts and peeled the saturated silk away from his bloated knob. It was Collins turn to moan in delight as she wrapped her lips round his knob and lapped up the steady stream of pre come oozing from his slit. She began to scratch his tight scrotum with her sharp nails causing him to cry out in sheer pleasure. He was amazed that she managed to stop him spurting when he spasmed strongly by circling the base of his shaft tightly with her thumb and fingers.

‘Oh Jesus. I need you. Lie on the table and let me fuck you,’ he cried.

Marianne felt the desperation in him and wanted him too. She let his knob slip from her mouth and stood up.

‘I cant today,’ she whispered. ‘Its dirty week down there. I don’t like doing it when I’m on.’

Marianne sat down on one of the kitchen chairs then pulled her skirt up to reveal all her crippled left leg.

‘You can rub your cock with my foot if you like,’ she said with a girlish smile.

Colin couldn’t believe his luck again. He gently lifted her small but perfectly formed foot up with trembling hands and kissed her little toes. He then moved it down to caress his throbbing cock and balls with the soft, crippled flesh.

‘God. He feels ready to burst,’ gasped Marianne.

‘He is. Can you feel how full of spunk my shaft is?’ gasped Colin.

‘I can feel it all. Your cocks so strong. I would love to have it inside me on another day.’

Colin spasmed at the thought of slipping his length into her needy cunt. ‘Oh Christ. I cant hold on much longer,’ he cried.

‘Oh Colin, spurt your cream all over my foot, Let me feel it oozing between my toes,’ moaned Marianne.

Colin completely lost it at that and cried out in pure pleasure as he shot his load all over her crippled little foot and thigh. Marianne loved it when she felt his warm viscous seed seeping between her crippled toes.

‘God, that feels so good,’ she gasped as she smiled at Colin who was still holding her foot tightly to his shaft as he jerked in his final spurts.

Marianne reached out and scooped a wad of his cream off her toes and licked it slowly off her fingers, savouring its warm viscososity as it slipped slowly down her throat.

Colin bent over and kissed her, tasting his sperm on her tongue. He then knelt before her and took her little foot in his mouth and sucked his goo from between her curled up toes.

‘That feels so good Colin,’ she moaned.

Once he had cleaned her foot and leg he stood before her. Marianne took his softening cock in her mouth and licked him clean, then put him back in his damp boxer shorts, signifying the end of the afternoon’s sex games. She pulled her skirt down to cover her leg and put her bra back in place before fastening her blouse.

‘That was special Colin, thank you,’ she said. ‘Now you had better pull your trousers up before my ten year old daughter comes back from swimming lessons.’

Colin looked at the small shoes on the shoe rack, and the penny dropped. He had thought that they were Marianne’s, and had wondered why she had pairs when she only had one small foot.

She spotted his gaze. ‘Oh Colin, you didn’t think they were mine for my little foot did you?’

He had to admit that the thought had crossed his mind.

‘Well now you know,’ she said. ‘Anyway my foots so crippled as you have just seen, that it would be very uncomfortable for me to wear a shoe, my toes are always curled up tight.’

‘Will your husband be bringing your daughter home?’ asked Colin, relieved that he could bring up the subject of her wedding ring.

‘No definitely not,’ quipped Marianne. ‘She’s with Emma, my next door neighbours girl, and so Emma’s mum will be looking after them both. Her father left us to fend for ourselves a few years ago.’

‘I’m sorry to hear that,’ quipped Colin.

‘Oh don’t be. I kicked the bastard out for having an affair with his secretary. I guess I wasn’t disabled enough for him.’

‘How do you mean?’ asked Colin.

‘She’s a paraplegic, confined to a wheelchair after a car crash. He confessed the affair to me after putting her up the duff, so I kicked him out. He says she’s completely dead below the navel, so I hope he’s enjoying fucking her crippled pussy. I told him he had better get used to it as he wasn’t getting back between my legs again, ever. If he had gone with a normal girl I could have forgiven him in some ways as it can’t be easy living with a cripple like me, but to pick a woman far more disabled than I am. It shows that all devotees are not necessarily nice people.’

‘I would like to see you again,’ said Colin.

‘That would be nice,’ said Marianne. ‘We will obviously have to fit things in round my work and daughter but if that’s ok for you let’s swap phone numbers.’

Colin allowed Marianne to crutch before him down the hall to let him out, getting one last look at what he now knew as the outline of her short leg as she led him to the front door.

They agreed to text each other the next day, then kissed for one last time before she let him out. Colin walked swiftly back to his car, not wanting her neighbours to see him just yet in case things didn’t work out between them.

Click HERE to find out how Marianne's first date with Colin turns out.

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