It was a day off work from my job at a chain hotel; I had a variety of errands and other "adulting" to do. While I took care of tasks such as buying some groceries, doing the laundry, and cleaning up at my apartment, my mind was on Madi. A couple days ago, I checked her into a hotel room for a few days in town on business, but last night had ended with Madi taking the lead with some naughty texting as we each enjoyed ourselves.
Around noon, I sent her a message. "Hey Madi. Still thinking about last night. And thinking about later. Hope your meetings are going well."
And then I heard nothing for almost an hour. As a guy without a ton of self-confidence, waiting for her to reply was tough.
But then, finishing my lunch, I got her message. It was short, but I wasn't complaining.
"Last night was fun. Hope tonight is more fun. Where should we meet for dinner?"
Yes.
I replied. "Mexican? How about Dos Palmas on 3rd St. What time?"
I got a quick reply this time. "I'll meet you there at 6. Can't wait."
Given how our text messaging last night got very sexual, I'm curious to see how things play out in person. When we'd met, there was definitely some flirting, but I was surprised how that turned naughty as quickly as it did. Madi looks more like someone you'd run into at church than at an adult store, but it was clear that she has a dirtier side.
As it got closer to dinnertime, I made sure I looked how I wanted. I wore a black T-shirt with a dark gray abstract graphic pattern, dark blue jeans, and casual tennis shoes. I headed out to my car and drove the mile or so to the restaurant I suggested. It was a newer building, and I recalled noticing it seemed to have good accessibility. I arrived about 10 minutes early and sat inside the door, letting the host know I was waiting for one more.
After a few minutes, the door opened using the powered automatic door opener. Once it was open, after a moment, I saw Madi come in on her crutches. My eyes looked her over, and damn, she was looking good. As she swung her partially paralyzed legs through the crutches and into the foyer, I stood up and stepped over to her. "You look really cute," I told her. And she did. She wore a black top, cut low to show off her ample cleavage from her big breasts. Her maroon skirt ended just above her knees; I saw she was again wearing white knee-high socks under her plastic leg braces extending up to the top of her calves. The black and red and white combination had a bit of a Minnie Mouse feel, and it looked pretty good.
As I complimented her, she shifted on her crutches and subtly moved her chest a bit forward toward me. "Thanks Grant. I hope I don't disappoint you in person. Shall we sit down?"
I let the host know we were ready to be seated and told Madi, "After you," gesturing for her to follow him. As he walked through the restaurant's tables, Madi quickly turned her head and said, "You want to look at my butt, don't you?" and turned away with a playful smile.
I followed her; as we walked, the host asked if we preferred a booth or table. I didn't hear Madi's response, but we ended up at a booth. She crutched up, removed her hands from the cuffs on her crutches, and leaned them against the wall at the far end of the booth's seat. She then placed one hand on the table and one on the seat as she sat down. I noticed how, like yesterday, her short legs didn't quite reach the floor. She used her hands to scoot herself into the booth and motioned for me to sit next to her on the same side.
After the host left, I told her, "I was letting you go first to be polite, but I won't complain about the view from behind."
With a sly half-smile, she asked quietly, "Do you like curvy butts as much as curvy chests?"
Our server brought glasses of water and said they'd be right back for drink orders. After they'd stepped away, I replied, "I like what I see. Can't say it's an area where I've done much other than look in the past."
We ordered our drinks: a strawberry margarita for Madi and a traditional margarita for me. As she took her first sip, I asked her, "So did you have a productive day of meetings? Hopefully you weren't too distracted by anything."
She smiled, then cheerfully replied, "I wasn't distracted at all. Why would you think that?" Her voice lowered as she continued, "I definitely wouldn't have spent a bunch of time today thinking about you cumming so hard last night for me."
"I'm glad you aren't being sarcastic at all," I said with an exaggerated wink. "I do wonder how this naughty mind of yours... coupled with that sexy little curvy body of yours... isn't already attached."
Madi brought the straw to her lips, took a sip, and said simply, "I'm kind of picky. I pick you."
She shared a bit more about her day, and I did as well, but it was clear that we both had spicier things on our minds than the chips and salsa we were sharing. As she wrapped up a thought, Madi caught my eyes looking at her chest and the cleavage at the top of her shirt. "I see you're noticing the chest I tempted you with last night. I hope you didn't mind me being a bit assertive."
"Not at all. That assertiveness turned me on. Coupled with thinking about your chest. Which, yeah... my eyes keep wandering. Your body is very nice." As I said this, I moved my right hand, reaching over to Madi's left leg next to me on the booth bench. I put my hand just above her knee, partially against the bottom of her skirt and partially on her exposed leg.
Madi's eyes went down to my hand's movement, and then I felt her left hand on top of mine. With a bit of a smile as her eyes met mine, she said, "Since I'm partially paralyzed, I can feel it better a bit higher." I felt her slide my hand farther up her leg as she spoke. My hand wasn't yet up to the top, but her skirt pulled up a bit as she brought it where she wanted. I slowly rubbed her inner thigh a few times.
"Yes...there..." she said quietly, almost in a whisper.
As it seemed her thoughts were drifting, the server brought our dinners and set them down. They warned us "Careful, plates are hot!" After asking if we needed anything else, they stepped away.
"Seems like the plates aren't the only thing a bit hot..." I told Madi, and she gave a big smile and a bit of a blush in response.