Years back I had the task driving a private hire car of collecting a girl, 19, from college, taking her home four days weekly. She was disabled wearing a full leg brace on her right side and walked with a stick, hence the hire car. Each day I would also take her pal home as it was on the way in town. After a while it became obvious that there was some intimate stimulation going on in the back seat. A little muffled gasp gave it away an a bit of a giggle. ' K's wet her pants'. I passed a box of tissue over my shoulder. Rustling and a bit more sniggering. Dropped K off and S got in the front beside me. I mentioned I hoped they enjoyed themselves, 'Feel free'. 'But the time to K's is a bit short'. Thereafter I went the long way round, enjoying their fun myself.
Out of town on a country road it was a thirty minute run. I asked S about boyfriends. 'Had one for a short while. They say I'm weird with shrivelled leg. They say my arse and slit are twisted and my holes in the wrong place. They call me robo girl with a mechanical leg'. 'Well, I think you are lovely, so there!'. She wore trousers to cover the calliper, the weather warmed up and it became a skirt and tights. Then the tights went and the calliper fully visible. 'They've pretty much got past staring now' The hot weather made her thigh sore under the top strap. I said to loosen it off. Up went the skirt as she fought the buckle. Nice view of her undies. I put my hand on her thigh, she eased down in the seat, I slowed the car a little and touched her nicks, she spread her legs a little. I rubbed her slit and clit through the pants. A gasp and sigh and a very wet hand. Time for the tissues which she stuffed down the briefs. My cock was raging in my undies. A couple of days later her hand was on my bulge returning the compliment. And I was was wet with pre cum.
Last day of her college term came, I was feeling dead randy. I guess she sensed it. 'Can we stop somewhere?' Into a farm track with trees, a secluded spot behind trees. Lovely shady on a hot day. Nothing much was said, we somehow knew. 'Ive got a condom'. 'No need, my period tomorrow or next day'. Well!. Got a rug from the boot, helped onto the ground a off with the panties. She just grabbed my heaving cock. Her one boyfriend had taught her the way round a man's sex! We went for it then, just frantic with what had built up over weeks of fumbling between our legs along the road. We just laid there cuddling and kissing a while. 'Best get going, Mum worries if I am late, thinks I might fall over and get stuck somewhere.'. She got out in their drive. I fished her bag out from the back, we had a quick kiss behind the boot lid and she was gone, limping with her stick.
The last journey, I never saw her again. A while latter in the cab office there a note for me. 'Thanks for a brill service and great kindness'. And a lock of hair. Despite our age difference I often wondered what might have been and what became of her. Happy memory, lovely girl, hope life worked out for you.
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