For those of you just popping in for the first time, this is one of the stories my wife told me about the summer between her junior and senior years of college in Florida during the 1970's.
She was tall and slim with natural DD breasts and naturally curly brunette hair that fell over her shoulders. She enjoyed sex and was on the pill.
I was working in the Sporting Goods Department when a really nice looking guy rolled up in a wheelchair. He was a Nam vet who had recently gotten out of the marines after losing both legs above the knee during the war. His upper body and arms were highly developed and he handled the wheelchair as if it were a part of his body.
He had a modified camper van and was traveling across the United States before deciding what he was going to do with the rest of his life.
He was looking to replace some piece of outdoor cooking thing that we did not carry, so I directed him to another store in the mall which should have that sort of stuff.
Business was slow so we spent some time getting to know each other and joking around. He was a really nice guy and was camping at a state park just outside of town along the river.
"When do you get off work today?" He asked.
"Tonight about 6."
"Why don't you come out for dinner? I have become quite good at cooking over a campfire and would really enjoy your company."
"I would have to go home to change first and probably couldn't get there before 8."
"I will look for you about 8. I am in camping spot #8 and there is a campground map posted at the gate. The gate will be locked, but the pass code for tonight is 8766. They change it at least weekly to protect our privacy."
At 6, I hurried home to take a shower and changed into jeans and a loose T-shirt. I didn't wear a bra because I like to let the girls have their freedom whenever I can and it would be dark. Matt would never have to know I was bra-less.
Very close to 8, with daylight fading to dusk, I pulled in behind the van in spot #6. Matt was in his wheelchair beside the campfire stirring a black kettle hanging over the fire. "It is good to see you. Dinner is almost ready." He wheeled over to an ice chest and pulled out two bottles of ice cold beer, popped the tops off and offered one to me.
He had a folding camp chair all set up for me and he pulled his wheelchair up beside me. We relaxed and talked for a few minutes. After we finished our beer, he invited me to get us both another, and move over to the picnic table which was all set with plates and silverware for dinner.