Her Body In Good Hands

My biggest fear on my way there was doing something stupid like extending a hand to shake by force of habit as I introduced myself or mindlessly using expressions like ‘need a hand?’ Trivial. My biggest fear now was getting caught staring at the large braless breast in the loose white shirt of Miya, the girl I was supposed to care for. The shirt was a poncho on her limbless torso, but it still hugged unmistakable curves with a gravitational pull on my eyes. From the few furtive glances I couldn’t resist, the perfection of these draped puppies was her most attention-grabbing feature despite her glaring handicap. Not that she’d be any less cute without big perky handfuls; she was an attractive blue-eyed teen with short, messy blonde hair and a bright, welcoming smile.

“So, ehm, are you hungry? I’m not a great cook but I make some of the best cereals,” I said, looking at the cupboards to avoid the reflection of Miya’s tits in the oven door.

She giggled from her chair. “Mom helped me eat before going but I’ll take a rain check on those amazing cereals. I bet you get the milk ratio just right.”

“Damn right!”

Miya’s mother had just left for an apparently well-deserved cruise and left her daughter in the care of an inept attendant clearly way over his head by how quickly he was falling in love with her beautiful, witty daughter. Perhaps that woman did not consider her daughter a potential recipient of sexual desire because of her special physique or she wouldn’t have hired a man to take care of her for three whole weeks. I couldn’t get the idea out of my head that maybe she’d need my help changing her clothes at some point. Would I have gotten over my immature naughty thoughts by then?

“I could really use a shower though.”

“A shower?” I almost did a spit take without drinking anything. But yeah, amputees need to take showers too. I mentally slapped myself and recovered. “Of course. So you’re OK if I carry you there?”

Her giggle pierced through the uncomfortable moment. “Yes, unless you’d rather watch me roll on the floor. No punting please.”

“Fair enough, I’ll go for the two-point conversion. Here goes…” I swear I tried my best to avoid touching her chest but my index and thumb squished a lot of underboob as I picked her up.

She was laughing the whole way at how bad I was at this. “You’ll get used to it,” she told me with a wink that almost made me trip on my feet.

Where do you leave a quadruple amputee in a bathroom? Obviously not on the floor, so I placed her gently on the counter next to the sink, my fingers instantly missing the feel of soft titties through her shirt. “Are you OK here while I turn on the water?”

“Can you undress me first?”

“Hmm… errr… well…” The more I was stalling, the more sexual I was making the situation. “Of course.” So I sofly clenched the bottom of her oversized shirt and peeled the single layer off, catching two voluminous obstacles. I could imagine her breast being hoisted by the shirt then tumbling out in slow-motion bounces even with my eyes shut tight.

“Are you going to take the whole shower with your eyes closed?