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Wet Dream
Kev Cross
kev@davross.demon.co.uk
MF Cons Disabled
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This is my first attempt at a story. All comments and constructive
critisisms would be gratefully appreciated.
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Wet Dream
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by Kev Cross
kev@davross.demon.co.uk
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He swiveled over the pool, swinging his legs in the way that a small
child does on a swing. Then, the hoist's ratchet clicked as it lowered
him slowly into the pool. The warm water first wrapped around his
ankles, and then slowly crept up his legs, groin and then body,
bringing instant warmth to limbs that suffered from poor circulation.
"Just another boring hydro session", he thought. A necessity to be
endured if his health wasn't to deteriorate any faster than its present
rate. The physio, Lisa, approached slowing, wading awkwardly
through water up to her chest. Tom barely noticed her as she helped
him slip on snorkel and goggles so that he could begin his swimming.
He flopped off the hoist's seat into the water and began swimming
his first length, face down.
Swimming was dull, dull, dull. His amoeba-like breast stroke
propelled him through the water at something approaching a snail's
pace and this left plenty of time for his mind to think of other things.
At least this week's physio was young and shapely. She was about 5
foot, unusually small for a physio, with long brown hair tied in a
pony-tail. Her curves were well defined through the thin material of
her royal blue swimming costume. He guessed that she must be
about 25 and therefore newly qualified.
She was leaning to his right on the side of the pool talking with the
patient who had just finished their session. Tom admired her
buttocks from his excellent vantage point under-water, watching as
she shifted her weight onto her other foot. One hand moved down to
adjust the elastic of her swim-suit between her legs. She gently
rubbed herself for a few moments before her hand returned to the side
of the pool. He wondered if she realised how good his view was and
felt himself stiffen slightly before the sight disappeared behind him as
he proceeded down the pool.
His remaining 6 lengths passed with little additional excitement.
Several brief glimpses of thigh and crotch as she moved around him
in the water to prepare the pool for his exercises, but nothing of the
calibre of the previous elastic episode. He surfaced to begin his
physiotherapy.
Lisa shifted a canvas and metal frame into the swimming pool,
slinging it from the rail attached to the side of the pool. She boosted
him onto it and then adjusted an inflatable pillow under his head.
"The usual sir", she joked with him. He knew full well that she
would have had access to his notes and be fully briefed on his
disability and exercises. He smiled and nodded agreement.
She started manipulating his ankles. Performing small circles with
his foot, first one way then the other. Suddenly, a loud click came
from his left ankle. Just a few bones settling in their usual place and
nothing unusual, but he could see that Lisa was worried. He was
right... newly qualified. "Might as well milk it", he thought,
screeching in mock pain. Looks of guilt and words of apology were
quickly forthcoming from the physio and she suggested that he
undergo the jet-stream.
Tom enjoyed the jet. A high-pressure water hose which could
directed at the body underwater to massage sore joints. He agreed to
undergo this treatment, knowing that the forceful kneading of the jet
would relieve his stiffness. Lisa manoeuvred him to the deeper end of
the pool and turned on the pump. The high-pressure hose needed
handling firmly or it would rise out of the pool like an angry snake,
flailing around to drench everything in water. Lisa's inexperience and
lack of bulk failed to provide sufficient anchorage and the hose
flicked out of the water before she could halt its progress with a quick
snatch at the pump switch.
Tom laughed loudly, promptly finding his mouth full of water as Lisa
momentarily dunked him for his lack of sympathy. "You're not
helping much" she remarked, "but then what could a cripple like you
do anyway?". Tom immediately realised that she must have read his
notes in a great deal of detail. Such a comment would offend most,
mortify many, but to him it was just a statement of fact. He was a
cripple, pure and simple. Incapable of performing many of the basic
tasks needed to sustain life without the assistance of others. His
disability was a thing to be laughed at and his views must be in his
notes for all to see. "That's for me to know and you to find out!", he
replied in a suggestive way, grinning at her with a dirty schoolboy
smirk. "You might be surprised...".
After a few moments of jokey banter she resumed his treatment. She
passed the hose between her legs, intending to grip some of its length
between her thighs to gain additional control. Pointing the hose at his
ankle, she flicked the start switch. Life immediately returned to the
previously limp hose; its length throbbing in sympathy with the
pumps reciprocating action. The relief in Tom's ankle was instant.
The strong massaging of the hose moved his otherwise languid blood
around his veins and he relaxed in its firm grip. Lisa directed the
hose back and forth along his leg, working the tired flesh back to life.
>From time to time, the flow would touch his groin as Lisa failed to
control its movement fully. The effect was instant and as expected,
with Tom growing firmer every time the watery hand touched his
scrotum. The thin material of his trunks did little to cover his
erection and he noticed Lisa's eyes on him. Embarrassed, he closed
his eyes to avoid contact with Lisa's, and concentrated on trying to
make the source of his discomfort disappear.
The regularity with which the water caressed his groin increased and
Tom began to wonder if she was doing it deliberately to embarrass
him further. He concentrated harder, picturing images of flabby,
unexciting women in an attempt to check his ever-growing erection.
All his efforts were to no avail.
He noticed a change in Lisa's behaviour. The hose's aim had
deteriorated still further and her breath was shortening to something
approximating to a quiet pant. It completely broke Tom's
concentration and he gave in to his urges, allowing his erection to
reach its peak almost instantly. He opened his eyes to see what was
going on and noticed the look of pleasure on the young woman's face.
Her lack of aim was accounted for by the fact that she now had her
eyes closed and that one hand was not longer holding the hose; her
arm disappeared below the water line at such and angle that Tom was
unable to see its destination.
Her nipples hardened further in front of his eyes, with the small
button at their centre pressing firmly against royal blue material. He
noticed very small movements of her obscured arm. She appeared
not to have noticed his interest in her. Tom assumed that she thought
that he still had his eyes closed to avoid embarrassment. Pausing for
a moment, he started to imagine the underwater scene. Her movements,
facial expression and breathing did not leave an awful lot to the
imagination.
He pictured the hose between her legs, pulsing in time with the pump,
the vibrations gently rubbing against her sex, her arousal as this five
foot long vibrator did its work. Altering her stance to open her legs
wider to give the pipe more freedom, allowing it to vibrate more
vigorously. Her hand moves to fondle her clitoris through the thin
material, one finger following along her lips until it reaches the hard
nub at their top. Her finger working small circles, lightly pressing
against her most sensitive area through the fabric and the gusset of
the costume. Finally, she pulls the elastic leg opening of her one-
piece across to expose herself, sliding a finger into her opening whilst
still working her clitoris back and forth with the fleshy part of her
thumb. Her breathing deteriorates to shallow panting and with a
small whimper, she orgasms. She continues to work the finger inside
herself for a few moments more to prolong the pleasure and then
slides it out, replacing the elastic to its original position.
Tom is snapped out of his dream by Lisa's gasp of pleasure, as what
he has just imagined happening actually occurs. Her face is now
flushed red with the excitement of the episode and her hand rises
back out of the water to return to the hose. Tom averts his eyes from
her nipples and pretends that nothing has just happened. Lisa's
breathing slowly returns to normal and she turns off the pump and
propels Tom back to the frame, boosting him back onto it to resume
his exercises.
Taking his left hand firmly in her grasp, she said, "Let's resume with
your hands and arms. I don't think I'll be able to break them as
easily." He squeezed her fingers as firmly as his weak muscles would
allow and immediately felt ashamed at his strength; a small child
could easily have applied more force than he could manage. He
imagined Lisa's thoughts, the confirmation in her mind of how much
of a cripple he was. Almost sensing his discomfort she uttered a
single word of encouragement, "Good" and followed this by "Your
hands are incredibly soft. Have you ever done a hard days work?"
She moved his whole arm underwater to keep it warm and then
suggested "keep working your fingers until there tired". After about
five minutes his grip faded to almost nothing and she swapped hands.
His right arm was his best, easily twice as strong as the left.
Positioning it underwater, she asked him to repeat the exercise,
uttering occasional words of encouragement. His hand brushed
against her thighs underwater, but rather than moving the offending
item away from her, Lisa adjusted its position until his knuckles
lightly touched the fabric of her costume.
His hand was now at the join of her legs, touching both of her thighs
and her mound. The opening and closing motion of his fingers
caused the back of his hand to repeatedly stroke against Lisa's thighs
and costume. She made no motion to move it from his position and
Tom assumed that she was still aroused after the hose. He decided to
risk all for some gratification.
He slowly disengaged his fingers from around Lisa's, without
breaking contact with her body and turned his hand, such that it was
now palm up. The padded part of his palm could feel the springiness
of her pubic hair through the blue textile as it rested against the top of
the vee of her sex and his fingers cupped around her. Adjusting the
position of his hand again, he used his first and index fingers to trace
the length of her, starting at her buttocks and moving forwards. He
was careful to stay at the outside of the lips, tracing along the elastic
of the one-piece to tease her, to make sure that it was what she
wanted. He caressed back and forth several times, always tantalizing,
barely making contact with her outer lips, until her hand grabbed his
and guided his fingers to the join. She started to manipulate his
whole arm to entertain herself in a way she had never experienced
before, guiding someone else's fingers in exactly the right way to
bring her the utmost pleasure.
"No way... I'd like you to know what I'm capable of", Tom said
gruffly, using all of his meagre strength to tear his hand from Lisa's.
"It's my way, or no way, OK!". It was a statement, not a question.
She looked surprised, taken back by the tone of his voice and that
she, the physio, was no longer in charge of the situation. "Roll down
your costume. It's in the way." She immediately complied by pulling
the straps of the suit away from her shoulders and starting to roll it
down. As the material moved slowly down, her small pert breasts
sprung clear of the costume the moment that the erect nipples broke
clear of their constraints. Her desire gave way to any attempts to be
seductive and moments latter the costume was around her ankles.
She stood there naked for Tom to admire.
For a few seconds he stopped to look at her. Firm B-cup breasts with
nipples stood to attention, her superb figure curving down to shapely
hips. He could just make out the triangle of pubic hair below the
water, distorted by the ripples in the water. His hand returned to its
previous position.
He touched her naked flesh for the first time with the tip of his index
finger making contact with her body just below the navel. The finger
delicately trailed down her body until it met her curls and then
proceeded to work small circles through the fuzz, savouring their soft
touch. He moved slowly down through the tight ringlets until he
came across her hard nub which he quickly passed over to sink lower
into her folds. She felt sticky against his skin, although the warm
water of the pool diluted her juices, making them less thick than
usual. Straightening his finger, he pressed it against her lips and
drew its entire length along her.
This seemed to have the desired effect. She gasped loudly and her
hand promptly took hold of his, immediately releasing it as he
withdrew his digit and reiterated his threat, "My way or no way!"
Changing his tack, his arm raised out of the water and caressed her
breast. The thumb made contact with her nipples and then proceeded
to cycle around its perimeter. After a short time he switched nipples
and increased the pressure of his touch, occasionally kneading and
pinching the nipple to elicit the desired reaction. He continued to
swap breasts at regular intervals; his other limp muscled limb was
unable to reach across to her.
Lisa's right hand moved down to take over where Tom's had left off,
whilst her left snaked across his body and grabbed his trunks. She
managed to pull them down and his erection poked free of their
elastic grip. Lisa's hand wrapped around his penis, before tightening
its grips to slid the protective skin rhythmically back and forth.
Tom felt his right arm begin to tire, its elevated position making his
muscles work very hard. He allowed it to sink back into the water
and it descended down her body for the second time to his favoured
place. He touched her hand in a way that suggested she should let
him take over. She obliged, taking her finger off her clitoris and
moving her hand to assist the other one. He slid his finger into her
now well lubricated opening and his thumb settled naturally onto her
pearl. His fingers began to do their work, moving in and out whilst
his thumb touched her first softly and then with firmness.
She moaned again, and her hands started to rub him more vigorously,
pulling the tight folds of skin back and forth. Suddenly she stopped...
had someone entered the pool area... caught them in the act? The
thought of being discovered turned him on even further and he slid
another finger into her and began to massage more enthusiastically,
attempting to take her to her peak. He realised that he was mistaken
as her head bowed over him and she took his penis into her mouth.
Her lips curled around his rod and her tongue contacted against its tip
before dawdling down its length. Her head began to bob up and
down whilst her tongue flicked across his rod. One of her hand
remained at his base, gripping him occasionally to enhance his
pleasure, while the other hand curled under the frame to trace a nail
against his scrotum.
He lasted for a very short time before the excitement of the last
twenty minutes became too much for him. His active hand slowed and
eventually stopped, his concentration failing as the feeling whelmed
up inside him. He withdrew his fingers from Lisa and relaxed in the
warm water savouring the feel of her lips and tongue on his raging-hot
erection. He came explosively, Lisa sensing the moment and moving her
head away just in time, maintaining his arousal with only her hands.
A warmth flowed through him and he grunted with relief.
As he finally finished spurting, Lisa released her hold and moved up
to kiss him on the lips. "I'm sorry you didn't come", he apologised.
"I didn't expect to, not from a cripple", she taunted. Tom glared at
her, suffering this insult for an instance before deciding to rectify
the situation. "Stand me up", he commanded. Lisa obliged by
awkwardly assisting Tom up from his reclined position. Once on his
feet, the buoyancy provided by the water gave Tom some freedom.
He propelled Lisa further down the pool until they both stood in water
up to their shoulders. Kissing her briefly again, his head sunk
underwater and his lips latched around her nipple, sucking with all
his might. He heard her groan again, although this time the sound
was distorted by the layer of water above his head. He continued to
suck and tongue her nipple until he lungs were burning and then
surfaced rapidly for some air. His hands circle behind her buttocks
and fondled and stroked her there while their tongues entwined.
Taking her by surprise, he grasped the back of her thighs and using
his body weight to throw her off balance, he flipped her onto her
back. Her head dipped underwater and she surface spluttering both
insults and water, while her hands grabbed for the handrail to steady
herself. Tom continued to rely on surprise, ducking underwater and
moving rapidly forward. He surfaced with his head between her
thighs. Her legs rested on his shoulders either side of his face.
He buried his face into her crotch, kissing her there. His tongue
curled out, flicking against her folds. He tasted her juices, salty and
sweet, mingled with the bitter taste of the chlorine of the pool. His
tongue probed further into her, then lathed along her lips until it came
to rest on her clit. He worked small circles there and then flicked side
to side and up and down, gauging from Lisa's squirming thighs which
of these movements thrilled her most. Her ankles locked together
behind his head and one hand released the rail to clasp a handful of
his hair. Both actions had there desired effect, causing Tom's lips to
press against her sex more firmly, his tongue to bump against her
hard clitoris with more vigour. She panted, groaned, muttered and
with every stroke of his tongue the tempo and volume of these
utterances increased. Finally, she came. A huge gush of lubricant
filled Tom's mouth and Lisa's thighs convulsed against his checks.
She continued to pant for some time while Tom savoured the last
seconds of what could only be described as his wettest dream ever!
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Kev Cross
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Wet Dream
by Kev Cross
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