Skye briskly pushed her lightweight wheelchair to her car. She just had hand controls installed in it this week to and after a year without driving, and 10 months of physical rehab, she was going to enjoy getting behind the wheel again. She missed her freedom to take off when she wanted. Now, she was on her way to a family friend's lake house to spend a week relaxing, soaking up some sun, and refocusing on going to college this fall.
She held onto the open car door to help herself stand up and carefully turned and bent over enough to pull the wheelchair to a folded position. She flipped the driver's seat forward and lifted the chair into the back. That's not too hard she thought. It's going to be a matter of practice. She carefully turned again and sat in the driver's seat. After getting her weak legs inside, she practiced using the hand control, pressing forward for brake, down for gas. She felt comfortable as she backed out of the driveway. Her mom and dad waved, her dad giving her the thumbs up, and disappeared inside.
Mr. Potts across the way watched her. He felt awful for her when he heard her bike was hit by a car, breaking her neck. At first they said she would be paralyzed from the neck down, but she beat the odds. She didn't cut her spinal cord, but bruised it enough to paralyzed some muscles. She couldn't walk, but could take a few steps. Some of her muscles never came back, so she compensated with those that did. Look at her, he thought. It's a wonder. When she drove by he waved and she smiled at him and waved back.
She was a pretty girl, with long brown hair, olive skin and green eyes. No one could resist her smile. Mr. Potts couldn't resist looking twice these last few years as she had developed a fine figure. She had a nice little rack on her, bigger than most young women, a round bottom, long slender legs. She still looked fine, just lost a few pounds and her legs were thinner. But she was going to be okay - she was getting used to the wheelchair.
Skye was smiling. It was a beautiful day; 75 degrees, not a cloud in the sky, and very few cars on the country roads that she was driving on. She thought about her boyfriend who she was dating all junior year and fucking almost constantly. Once she had the accident, he broke up with her. He went off to college after a quick visit to the hospital and never contacted her again. What an ass she thought. How could he?
She stopped for gas at a country store and waved to the man in the garage. He came over and she explained that she had a wheelchair and it would be hard for her to pump gas.
"If you wouldn't mind helping me out, I'd be happy to give you a tip."
He said he didn't mind helping at all and as he pumped the gas, he asked her where she was headed and what happened to her. She told him that she'd been in an accident that left her partially paralyzed. A hit and run she said.
"But I was fortunate that all my feeling and most of my muscles came back and now I just gotta learn how to get by doing things differently."
"Well, you sure are a cute and friendly girl and I wish you the best. You have a lot of spunk. Just keep an eye on the front tire, he added, if I were you, I'd replace it once you get back home."
About 20 miles further down the road, singing along to the radio, the wind blowing through her hair, she felt the car start wobbling. She realized that the front tire blew out. She pulled off to the side of the road and tried to call the gas station where she got her gas, back but there was no cell reception that far out in the country. After a few minutes she decided she had no choice but to get out of the car and try to push her wheelchair to the nearest house see if they could call a tow truck to change the tire. The road is flat so there shouldn't be any problem pushing there she thought.
She swung her legs out, pulled herself to standing and carefully pulled the chair out of the back. She opened it, sat down and got adjusted, grabbed her backpack and started pushing along the side of the road. She soon realized the house was much further away than it looked and stopped to think about what she should do. She took her sunscreen out of her bag and rubbed it into her legs and arms. She didn't know how long she'd be sitting out here and all she had on was a pair of shorts and a tank top.
As she was putting the cap back on the bottle, a van pulled up. Thank goodness she thought. The driver got out and walked towards her. He looked to be about her dad's age. Maybe 40 with dark hair and a beard. He had on jeans and a work shirt. He was somewhat heavy set around the stomach.
"Are you all right? Did your car break down? It's dangerous to be out here - you could get hit."
"It's not broken it's just got a flat tire. Would you mind helping me out and putting the spare on?"
He inspected the tire as she looked on.
"I hate to tell you this, but the rim looks damaged and you're going to need to get a tow. Where are you heading? I can just drop you there."
"I'm only a few miles from where I was going. It's on Tyler Rd. It would be great if I could get a ride there. Thank you. I' ll call for a tow from there."
"Does your chair fold up?"
"Yeah, it folds and it's light."
She pushed around to the passenger door and knew she was going to need help getting in because it was very high off the ground.
"Would you mind helping me get in here? I can stand but that's a big step up."
"Of course little lady."
He helped her stand, grabbed her at the waist and lifted her in easily. He buckled her into the seat then he went back and got the rest of her stuff out of the car, threw it in the back and started driving.
It didn't take long before she realized he kept looking over and staring at her breasts and her legs. She was used to older men giving her the once over and thought he was kind of cute so she didn't mind. She acted like she didn't notice.
He asked her how old she was.
"I'm 19 and coming out here to get some rest and relaxation before heading to school."
"How come you're using that wheelchair?
For the second time that day, she explained about the accident.
"If it's not too personal, can I ask if you can feel anything?"
"Yes, I can feel."
"I thought if you were paralyzed you couldn't feel," he said, surprised.
"That's true sometimes, but not always. Depends on how bad you are hurt."
"Well, you look good anyway," he said, looking right at her breasts. "Your tits are amazing."
Skye turned red. "Well....thank you."
She felt a tingling between her legs and checked him out while he drove. He had a nice bulge in his pants under his large belly. Too bad he's so much older, she thought, he is probably hung.
"I need to stop by my friends place and drop off some tools before I drop you off. I hope that's okay." He turned onto a dirt road.
"Not at all." She said
As they drove down the dusty road she looked ahead and saw the house. It sat on several acres of open land backing up to a forest. A salvage yard was off to one side and there were about some older guys sitting around outside.
He pulled up and got out, opened the back and she watched him walk over and set the toolbox down. She watched them and saw that they were talking about her. He pointed at the van.
In a few minutes, he and a black man walked over to her door.
"This is my buddy Joe. I told him what happened to you and he wanted to be introduced."
"Hi Joe. Nice to meet you." She shook his hand.
"The pleasure is mine girl. I hope you'll come sit with us and enjoy the day while we wait for the tow truck to fix your wheel."
Joe was so friendly and kind to offer. She said yes.
He opened the door and helped her get her legs out. His large dark hands holding each knee tightly and pulling her around. Each man took one of her arms and helped her stand. She was wobbling and they had to keep her from falling. They helped her to a lawn chair.
The other three men introduced themselves. Bill was about 50, and tall, with a graying ponytail, Fred was a bit younger with dark olive skin and dark eyes, he was heavyset, and Ward was a big white man, about 60, with glasses and a goatee. They all smiled and shook her hand. One of them passed her a beer and Skye began sipping it slowly.
They were friendly and peppered her with questions about herself. Soon, Jim rolled a joint and they passed it around. She used to smoke before the accident and missed it. It always made her horny and chatty. She happily took a hit or two, enjoying herself more. Soon they were all laughing and someone turned a radio on.
Markus, who brought her there, suddenly blurted out, "I'd love to see those tits just once young lady. How about it?" The others agreed and started asking her to give them a look.
"I don't think that's a good idea." She said, but she was tipsy and enjoying the attention after a year of being a hospital patient.
Joe said, "Come on now girl! Do us old guys a favor. We don't get many pretty pretty girl visitors in these parts and you're safe with us!"
Sskye thought about it for a few moments and looked at all of them. She knew her breasts were sexy and it sent a thrill throughout her when he called them "tits." Looking at the men stare at her, waiting for her answer, was getting her excited. What could it hurt? She decided she wanted to do it.
"Well, I don't mind showing you for a minute I guess."
Skye pulled her tank top off revealing a semi-sheer, lacy white bra. Her dark areola showed through the lace.
"Without the bra girl." Fred said rubbing his swollen crotch. The others agreed.
Skye smiled, "Alright, but just for a minute."
Looking at them, she took off her bra, and her firm, melons-sized boobs bounced out. The dark areola were large and lovely.
She sat back and saw that they were really enjoying the view. It made her happy.
"Damn girl!! those are some beautiful tits!" said Bill. The others chimed in, complimenting them and staring.
She ate the attention up and smiled at them as she lifted them up and jiggled them playfully. They bounced in her hands.
"Well, that's nice of you to say!"
She went to put her bra and top back on but they all begged her not to.
"If I don't cover them, they are going to get sunburned!"
