Laura left us alone and we continued to talk. It was a slow process, Isabelle must concentrate and fight for each word, but I enjoyed every second watching her and her smile.
At the end we found that we both were on holidays for nearly the same time. She stayed in a hotel nearby, and I own a simple vacation home, a bit secluded directly on the beach. And that we both work in IT. Isabelle is unbelievable, she works in web design. She told me that she can operate her environment with the toes at her right foot. She even runs her wheelchair this way. But she doesn’t want to be in her wheelchair all the time as she has a tablet in front of her in her wheelchair to control all chair and environment functions, but she feels it as a barrier to people around her. That’s why she wasn’t here in her chair, but asked Laura to put her on this bench and leave her alone. Seemed that Isabelle knows very well what she wants, and she’s able to get it done, not being able to do it herself of course, but she always finds a way. Isabelle is breathtaking, she can’t do anything herself, but nevertheless she is independent.
We arranged to meet again the next day.
I took her hand to say goodbye, but Isabelle insisted “Other hand!”
I saw that she was working hard, concentrated, and finally she made it, slowly opened her right fist, and she straightened her cramped fingers a little.
“This one”.
Of course, she couldn’t stop the involuntary twitching of her hand, but it was enough for a good by handshake.
Chapter 2
I saw her at once when I arrived. Same time, same place, same bench as yesterday. A manual wheelchair behind her.
I know that she could not see me as she was facing the table in front of her and could not turn her head. I took a few minutes to enjoy my view on her. Her hair was done in another way than yesterday and her breezy dress looked great. She was even more pretty than yesterday.
“Isabelle, I am so glad you are here!”
I sat down next to her.
“Turn -e -e -e” accompanied by some spasms because I was not fast enough to help her.
“Turn me around to see you”.
“Glad you here. Alone. Laura o- off afternoon. Don’t like alone. Frightens me, helpless”.
“Now I’m here to rescue you. I swear I will never let you alone”.
She looked at me with a bright smile and with the sparkle of pleasure and affection in her eyes.
“Hope you had a nice afternoon yesterday and a good night”.
“Yes, and no, too exited. Thirsty”.
“Ok, let me get something to eat and to drink. It’s on me today.”
“Cha-” and bad spasms, although I was helping her.
“Slowly, let me find your rhythm. Try again.”
“Cha- cha- champagne, ca- ca- caviar”, she laughed, “No, large coke, straw, cake. Laura forgot straws.”
“A special wish about the cake?”
“So- so- soft”
I went to the shop to get it.
“Sorry, no straw at the beach for environmental reasons. What do I have to do now?”
“Table, read.”
Hello John,
just a short note how to feed Isabelle and how to give her to drink.
At best, Isabelle drinks with a straw. But without it is easy too. Lift the cup, glass, bottle or whatever against her lips and wait until she opens her mouth. Let a small sip run into her mouth. Close her mouth and keep it close until Isabelle has swallowed. Be careful. As she can’t move her head or close her mouth she can’t stop the flow herself. Be sure to give her not too much. She wants more if she opens her mouth again. Easy, isn’t it?
Feeding her is easy too. She can not chew without help. Isabelle’s food must be mashed or puréed. She preferred mashed. Feed her with small portions and help her to keep mouth keeps close. Wait until she swallows and opens her mouth again for the next bite. It is team work. Teeth apart is her part, teeth together is your part. But be careful as she needs time to coordinate her tongue. Not that easy but I’m sure you will manage it.
Isabelle is in your hands. Take care of her. She’s a part of my heart.
Have a nice afternoon.
I filled a glass with coke and did as Laura explained.
“Eat or drink first?”
“Drink”
It took some time, Isabelle was really thirsty, but at the end the glass was empty.
It was an unexpectedly intimate to help Isabelle to drink. A feeling of closeness, dependency and trust, tenderness, and concentration on each other. It was a slow procedure, but it was worth every single second.
Feeding her was easy. One bit for her, close her mouth, wait until she swallowed, one bite for me. Slowly. And we didn’t hurry and enjoyed the time.
Isabelle’s helplessness, her total dependence on other people, did not come between us, but brought us closer together.
Later, we talked about the weather, the sea, the beach, about nothing. We didn’t talk about us, just looking at us and let it happen.
“Toilette”
Isabelle blushed.
“Ok, what do I have to do? Shall I carry you or do you want to use the wheelchair?”
“-hee wheelchair. Hold me tight.”
“Be sure that I hold you, always and everywhere.”
There was a large accessible toilette beside the bar. There was even a large bench to change adults. I lifted Isabelle out of her wheelchair and sat her on the bench.
“Take o- off my dress”
“Is there a zip?”
“No, pull dress o- over head. Ne- ne- never done yet?”, Isabelle smiled at me.
Now I got exited and blushed. She wore beautiful black lace lingerie. She looks incredibly attractive. And she smiles again.
“Like?”
“Yes, I like it, marvelous.”
“O- o- o-en o-” and some bad spasms as I was dreaming, far away.
“Sorry, I forgot to do my part. Try again.”
“O-en o-en open slip. bound together. O- o- open loo- loops.”
I couldn’t believe it. She was shaved, her cootchie glistened wet.
“Do you want to seduce me?”
Isabelle smile again.
“Do you want me to put you on the toilet?”
“No, catheter. Bag -hee -hee -hee wheelchair. Insert.”
I found several onetime catheters in the bag at her wheelchair. Maybe she can’t relieve herself?
“Are they ready to use?”
“Yes”
I took one and tried to slide it in.
“Sto- stop. Clean first. Wipes bag wheelchair. Lu- lu- lu-ricant lubricant crea- cream.”
She got exited and moaned a little as I cleaned her.
“Care- care- care-ul careful. Slowly in.”
“Slower”
She moaned again.
It didn’t take long until she’d done.
“Out. Hurry”
I got it as she moaned again.
“Isabelle, let me guess. You asked Laura not to put a straw into your bag so that we had a nice intimate time together when I gave you to drink.”
“Yes”
“At first you asked Laura to dress you so stunningly, and then you drank so much that you need a toilette. A now we are here, and you asked me to undress you. This all because you want me to see you so breathtaking sexy.”
“Yes”
“And you need a catheter sometimes but not today?”
“Yes. -a want feel your hands. Hurry”
“I don’t know if you are a witch or an angel.”
“Witch. Angel later.”
“Wet. Hel- hel- help. Kiss, stick finger in me. Clit. Hurry.”
“Dee- dee-, -o -ore”, she couldn’t get it and I stepped in for help.
“I assume deep and more, yes?”
“Yes, dee-, more, ru- ru- ru-”
“ru-?”
“ru- rub”
“-ra -ra”, an awful spasm interrupted her, “bra o- off, two -oo -oo ni- ni- ni-les ni-.”
Her speech got worse as she was very excited now.