Dorsai - Taxi

It turned out that the bedroom of the suite was as spacious as the other room had been, leaving her plenty of room to maneuver her wheelchair until she was next to the bed and facing me. She seemed to have a brief bout of shyness before flipping a switch on the arm of the wheelchair and looking up to tell me "I don't have enough control to be able to walk or anything, but I've still got enough strength that if I have something to brace or steady myself, I can stand up for a few seconds – long enough to get onto the bed, or take care of my own bathroom needs, and that kind of stuff. I just turned the power off on the chair, so it would be easier for you to get it out of the way; normally, I'd leave it turned on so it didn't move and I could use it as a support. Now you'll have to come over here so I can use you, instead."

When I'd moved to stand in front of her, I waited a few seconds as she got herself organized to get out of the chair. She obviously knew what to do, and how to do it, so I simply waited until she was standing before putting my arms around her and supporting her. To my surprise, she was just an inch or so shorter than I was – which made it easy for me to kiss her when she tilted her head up slightly to look at me. She looked pleased at what I'd done, so I did it again; that time, she was ready for it, and didn't dawdle about kissing me back. I could feel her putting her arms around me, and waited a few seconds until she'd managed to give me a somewhat awkward hug before kissing her again.

When the kiss ended, she told me "If you'll put me down, you can get that damn chair out of the way, and we won't have to worry about bumping into it by accident."

Looking into her eyes, I slid one hand down her back to give one of her ass cheeks a gentle squeeze before saying "Well, I suppose if I have to…", and bringing a look of anticipation to her. I let most of her weight down so she could control how and when we moved, and it wasn't but a few moments before she'd gotten turned around so she could sit on the bed. I wasn't overly surprised to learn that she could hold herself in a sitting position before she told me "Just go around to the back of it and push it over in the corner. I'm told that it isn't that much harder than pushing a regular wheelchair with me in it."

She proved to be right, and it didn't take me long to get it to where it was out of the way, but still easy to get to. That done, I went back to where she was sitting and got myself parked next to her, taking one of her hands in mine. Looking into her eyes again, I lifted her hand and kissed it before lowering it and holding it with both of mine. She looked delighted at what I'd done, and told me "I can't help but envy any woman you've taken to bed with you. You're obviously as affectionate as any woman could want, gentle as you could be, and still able to play and tease and have fun without getting too carried away with it. I can only hope that I help you enjoy this as much as I think I will."

I just smiled and told her "I don't think that's going to be a problem."

The two of us just sat there, looking at each other for a few seconds before she said "When I get up and go to bed, I have to ask one of the hotel staff to come in and take care of my clothes for me. All things considered, I don't think that would be such a hot idea right now, so if you'll do the honors?"

I simply responded "And it is an honor…" before releasing her hand and moving to kneel on the floor (so we could look at each other) in front of her. First to go was the jacket of her pants suit, which I carefully laid on the bed next to her. Next was her blouse; once I got it unbuttoned, it opened up enough to reveal smooth, clear skin – and what I think is called a half-cup bra, slightly overflowing with her breasts and revealing her light brown areolas (visibly crinkled and about the size of a quarter) and pencil-diameter nipples. As I looked at them, I could see her nipples slowly erecting; I wasn't sure if it was because she was getting aroused, or because of the coolness of the room. Either way, it was a pleasure to watch.

When her blouse was lying on top of the jacket, I leaned forward and took her into my arms, feeling her breasts pressing against my chest as I reached around her to unfasten her bra. She put her arms around me, too, and tried to pull me even closer – something I readily assisted in. With her bra unfastened, I took a few moments to softly slide my hands up and down her back a few times before sliding them around to cup her breasts for a few moments. As I'd figured, they were medium-sized; although soft to the touch, they were still a bit firmer than I'd expected. She managed to shrug her shoulders enough to get the shoulder straps to fall down to her upper arms, and then helped as I slid her bra the rest of the way off. When it had joined her other clothes, I could see her look of concern at what I might think of how she looked; I happily reassured her by leaning forward and kissing each of her nipples before pulling back and looking into her eyes as I simply told her "Lovely."

After I got her shoes off and set to the side, it was time to remove the rest of her outfit. She was able to help a little as we got her turned, and farther onto the bed, before getting her laid back. I saw that the zipper on the front of her pants had a nice, big ring (apparently to make it easier for her to maneuver); I simply hooked my forefinger through it and again looked into her eyes as I slowly pulled it down. The waistband was held closed not with a snap or button, but a bit of hook-and-loop faster – again, something that she could deal with without much difficulty. As I slowly worked her pants off her waist and down her hips, she was able to move around enough to make it easier. I suppose I could have gotten it done faster and easier if I'd just peeled them off her myself, but I knew that she wanted – no, needed – to prove something, not just to me, but to herself. When her pants had lowered enough, I could see that she had on a small, rather filmy pair of panties that matched the bra; shortly thereafter, I learned that the panties barely covered the large, dark wedge of her pelvic thatch. It wasn't much longer before the two of us were getting even the negligible covering of her panties out of the way, as well. As they slid down her hips, it was obvious to me that her pubic hair was short, thick, and somewhat luxurious-looking; I found myself looking forward to getting my fingers into it.

When I slid her panties off her legs, I got a clear view of the area between her legs – and learned that the erectness of her nipples was probably due to her arousal: her labia were slightly thick and already extending, with the area between them shining with her excitement.

With her lying there naked, I took a few moments to look her over again before saying "You are easily as pretty and sexy as I thought you would be."

Her eager anticipation was clear when Evie told me "Your turn, now – and I want to watch!"

Ever the gentleman, I did as she wanted: got myself undressed much the same way as we'd undressed her – slowly, but without dragging it out, and doing it in such a way that she had just as good of a view of me as I'd had of her. When I was done, I simply stood where I was for several seconds, giving her ample time to look me over just I'd done with her.

When she looked up at my face, I could see that she was ready for me to join her on the bed. Once I was on my side next to her, I put my hand on her belly and began softly caressing her skin as I said "Before things go too far, I need you to tell me what your thoughts are about making sure you don't get pregnant."

She looked pleased, and told me "I'm glad you thought to bring it up, but it's not a problem: I'm on the Pill. My doctor thinks he's helping me by keeping my periods regular; even he can't conceive of me having anything like a sex life."