Jeff confided that he had never known my legs were different lengths and was interested in the thick sole on my right shoe. He released the locks and pulled the lower parts of my legs in toward the couch. I took notice of the slit in my dress when I did that to see just how much of my leg was exposed.
I had already decided that I wanted to put on a good show for Jeff. One time I shifted under the table and moved my leg out just far enough for him to feel my brace against his leg. The pantyhose were next.
He pulled and kicked them the rest of the way off and began pulling at the waist of my pantyhose. We sat like this through dinner and through our second bottle of wine by the time the check came.
Dating paraplegic girls He smoothed my legs out and picked up the brace for my left leg. 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 got Jeff to take another one of my high heels without the brace attachment made into it and slide it over my right foot.
That means I put both forearm crutches out in front of me and swing both legs through the middle. He was huge now fully erect. I do the same with my right leg, lifting the leg into the brace and fastening the straps tightly on my legs. I tried to push all my insecurities to the back of my mind.
We shared a laugh at his cleverness and I asked which would he prefer. He pulled my skirt off first, sliding it slowly down my nylon-clad legs and letting is slip under my feet and off to the floor. I could see to just under the thigh strap of my brace, perfect I grinned. It stays in the shower.
That day I was in my wheelchair wearing my leg braces as usual. My nipples stood erect with pleasure. Then I went to the bedroom for my crutches and returned to Jeff swinging my legs a little slower than usual, and dragging that left leg a little more than usual.
Then he ask me if I could walk using only one leg brace.
He immediately complimented me on my choice of dress. I slid my butt into the seat of my Volvo and put my legs in one at a time. With the pantyhose, I have to lay back on the bed and kind of lift my bottom as I pull the hose to my waist. Of course I told him I could manage as I did it every day.
I bit on my bottom lip as he did so eagerly but gently. I swung my braced legs out and let the knee locks snap into place. The blouse was a little on the tight side with pantyhose and my two inch platform style heels.
So with a little work I get the shoes onto my feet and attach them to the braces. The reality of the situation is I am still able to do most everything I did before. He was more than okay with my spinal cord injury.
One hand around my waist, the other under my knees letting my legs fall where they wanted, he carried me down the hall to my bedroom.
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— Time Out New. 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