As sometimes happens, my disability prevents me from driving into work at the college campus where I am employed. This rarely happens but it does occasionally. Today appeared to be one of those days.
Let me explain a few things and introduce myself before going any further. My name is Wesley Redwood. I am a C5 quadriplegic. I broke my neck in a snow skiing accident at the 5th cervical vertebrae (hence C5) when I was just 21 years young. Since that day in November I have been paralyzed from the middle of my chest (the nipple line area) throughout the rest of my body. I can move my arms and have fairly good balance. I use a motorized wheelchair in order to get around.
I have been employed full time for the past ten years at a local community college. It is a great career and one where I truly enjoy what I do and feel honored to be a part of higher education. I work with a few great people who happen to be female....quite attractive females at that.
This particular morning I had gotten ready to drive to work with the help of my long standing attendant Josephina. She is an amazing person who has helped me for many years to remain as independent as humanly possible while living with a disability. As I drove out of the garage, I said goodbye to Josephina who promptly got into her own car and drove off as well.
A few blocks away I noticed that I wasn't feeling exactly right. Something was amiss. I decided to turn around and drive back home before I began to feel any worse. Typically when I felt this way it had something to do with my leg bag (a quad thing) or some other external annoyance.
After parking in the garage I tried calling Josephina. No answer. I exited my vehicle and went into the house to see if I could figure out what was going on. I realized that there was very little urine in my leg bag which meant there was a blockage somewhere. This could turn ugly if I didn't get it fixed quickly.
Thankfully, the college I worked at was less than a mile away from my house. I had a number of colleagues at the college who had helped me in the past in similar situations. I tried reaching them by phone with no luck. Running out of options, I finally called my office.
"Good morning. This is Natalia." The bubbly voice on the line said.
"Hi Natalia. It's me, Wesley." I replied, trying to sound as calm as possible. "Are Rebecca or Alexandria in the office?" I asked. Both Rebecca and Alexandria are supervised by me at the college and have helped me in the past when things like this have happened.
"They are both in the training for the new PeopleSoft system currently" Natalia replied. "Is there anything I can help you with Wesley?" She asked, a sincere and eager tone in her voice.
"I hate to ask but yes there is something I need help with Natalia" I hesitantly replied as I began to explain my predicament.
"I am having an issue with what I think is my leg bag. It's not draining for some reason. I usually get help from Rebecca or Alexandria; however, it seems they are not available".
"Where are you at?" Natalia asked. "I am more than happy to help if you'd like".
"I am still at my house just down the street," I explained. "Are you sure Natalia?" I asked. "It's kind of personal in nature".
After reassuring me she didn't mind, I gave Natalia directions to my house and hung up the phone. I grabbed a new drain tube and some other supplies and placed them within reach just in case.
I heard the doorbell ring and quickly headed to that side of the house to open it. Natalia stood on the porch patiently waiting to come in.
"Thank you very much for driving over to help me Natalia" I stated as I opened the door and let her in. "I hope this isn't anything too serious".
"No worries Wesley" Natalie said in her upbeat voice. "I have a little experience in this area as my friend is also in a wheelchair."
"Great, this should be easy for both of us then" I replied with some relief.
Natalia followed me as I wheeled back to the master bedroom. I positioned myself so that I could transfer out of my wheelchair and onto the bed.
"I am going to transfer onto the bed so that it's easier to figure out what is going on, OK?" I said, looking at Natalia.
"I'm here to help so just let me know what you need me to do", Natalie said reassuringly.
I successfully transferred back onto the bed and balanced myself. I instructed Natalia on how to lift my legs onto the bed and move my wheelchair out of the way. Lying on the bed, balancing on my elbows, I watched Natalia as she pushed my wheelchair out of the way.
Natalia was in her mid-twenties. She had worked at the college for a few years before she was hired as a permanent employee in Admissions and Records. Natalia was an international student at the college before getting her citizenship and landing a job there. She was about 5' 6" tall with perky breasts that accented her athletic body. She had blond hair and beautiful green eyes. However, her most striking asset had to be her firm, tight buttocks. Her family had immigrated to the U.S. from somewhere in or near Russia. Her accent was thick and very sexy.
Natalia turned around from pushing my wheelchair across the room and walked back towards me. She sat on the far edge of the bed while she removed her shoes.
"I don't know why I wear these heels? They just kill my feet!" Natalia stated matter-of-factly. "Besides, it's easier for me to help you with them off."
"There. That's much better!" Natalia exclaimed as she stood up. She was barefoot wearing a colorful summer dress that was loose but still accented her sexy frame. I was still lying on the bed, perched on my elbows. I could feel beads of sweat on my forehead and running down the back of my neck.
"I think I'll need your help to see what is going on with this tube" I said, trying to keep my composure. "Would you mind helping me with my pants?"
Standing next to the bed, Natalie leaned in and proceeded to unbutton my pants and undo my zipper. Once loose, I showed Natalia how I managed to push my pants off as I leaned from side to side. She grabbed my pants and pulled them past my knees. She then walked to the end of the bed to remove my shoes.
Once my shoes were removed, Natalia grabbed my pants and pulled them off completely. She also pulled off my socks which I thought was a bit odd.
"Thank you", I said to Natalie. "I didn't expect you to take off my shoes and socks as well. I don't want to make this a lot of work for you."
"It's no problem at all" Natalia said with a smile.
I was lying on the bed wearing only a shirt and my underwear. It was now fairly obvious that I had the beginning of an erection. I looked at my crotch in disbelief hoping Natalia would understand that, due in part to my disability, I had little control over this part of my body.
"The problem is with my supra-pubic tube which is inserted just a few inches below my navel", I said to Natalia trying to ignore my growing manhood. "I'll need your help with exposing it."
Still standing at the end of the bed, Natalia leaned over me and grabbed my underwear, pulling them off in one swift motion. Natalia could now clearly see my supra-pubic tube as well as my semi-erect, ten-inch cock. The sight of my tube or my hardening cock caused Natalia to whisper something under her breath.
Embarrassed but needing help none the less, I talked Natalia through the process of changing my tube in order to be able to drain my bladder. She did exactly as I asked her and before long I was feeling much better. I took a deep breath and relaxed knowing the worst was over.
Natalia gathered up the leftover supplies and threw them in the trash. She assisted me with removing my shirt as it was wet from sweating. Natalia then did something a bit odd. She grabbed all of my clothes and placed them in the hamper in my closet.
I was now completely naked lying on my bed. I felt a bit awkward, especially since my co-worker Natalia was fully dressed and I had a full-blown raging hard-on. I had not planned on this scenario. I wondered why Natalia discarded my clothes instead of offering to help me get dressed? Maybe she was just caught up in the moment?
Natalia moistened a washcloth in the sink before returning to the side of my bed. She gently sat down next to me.
"Are you feeling any better?" Natalia asked as she began to clean around the insertion point where the tube entered my body. She gently washed the area taking special care to avoid brushing her hand against my very obvious erection. This was nearly impossible due to the area in which she was washing me. It was obvious this was not her first time assisting someone such as myself.
"I am feeling much better!" I replied as I watched Natalia's hands wash me. My manhood twitched as the back of her hand rubbed against my cock by mistake.
"I really appreciate your help. Though, I must admit, I am a bit embarrassed. You know, being naked in front of you and obviously more than a little excited."
Natalia finished her handy work and got up to put the washcloth in the sink.
"Please do not feel awkward Wesley" Natalia said reassuringly. "Trust me when I say that I am aware of your situation. And besides, I enjoy helping you."
"Well, thank you none-the-less Natalia. Did you say your friend is also in a wheelchair?" I asked, trying to ease my awkwardness.
"Yes, my friend, who is about my age, is a C6 quadriplegic. I help him out at times with his care and other things."
"That is very nice of you Natalia" I replied. "Does he have a supra-pubic tube like mine?"
"No", Natalia replied. "He has an external catheter. You know, the kind that looks like a condom."
Natalia caught herself looking at my cock as she finished her last statement. Suddenly she seemed a bit distracted. It was as if she wanted to say or do something but was afraid. I completely understood how she felt. It was a bit odd for us to be talking while I was naked with a raging boner and she was fully dressed.
"Do you mind if I use your bathroom for a moment?" Natalia asked, looking at me through the reflection in the mirror.
"Of course not. Help yourself."
Natalia closed the door to the bathroom as I continued to lie on the bed. My manhood bobbed up and down as the blood filled it to rock-hard size. Fine time to have a boner, I thought to myself.
I tried grabbing my cock with my left hand while balancing on my right elbow. Maybe I could jerk off a quick one before Natalia came out from the bathroom. This would surely ease the awkwardness I was feeling, as well as my raging hard-on.
