Helping Peter (Closed to charitybimbo)

[justabrick]

Art historian Peter Higgins sighed as he navigated his wheelchair through the LAX terminal, and looked out across the sea of people crowding around the baggage carousel. He rolled his eyes- every flight was the same. 'Pedestrians', as he jokingly called non-wheelchair users, jostling for position, failed to notice him, much less give him an inch of room. His job made him feel respected, but situations like this left him feeling like a loser in life.

Thankfully, the Paul Longmore Art Gallery had sent someone to meet him, help him with his bags, and drive him where he needed to go- getting a hand-controlled car was unreliable at best. He searched the sea of faces, unsure who they might have sent, expecting either the kind of older art collector who looked down at Peter through wire-rimmed glasses, or a portly driver who barely spoke English.

 

[charitybimbo]

Morgan was late, and she hurried through the baggage claim looking for the carousel for Mr Higgins flight. it wasn't her fault, really, she'd parked about a hundred miles away. She was almost to the airport before she realized she was in a van with a wheelchair lift, and she could use the blue space right in front. So she'd gone back and got the car and moved it, and then she grabbed the sign, but it was too late to catch him at the gate.

She was neatly dressed in a blazer with nothing under it and a tiny mini with stilettos. She anxiously scanned the crowd around the carousel for an academic in a chair. Then she spotted him. She hurried over to him.

"Mister Higgins?" she said breathlessly - because she was out of breath. Partly. "I'm Morgan. Mister Wheeler sent me to take care of you. I mean, drive you around and stuff."

She smiled at him. She was warm, in a way that had nothing to do with the temperature. They never said he'd be cute, she thought. She'd never imagined this assignment would be anything other than a good way to get most of the internship knocked out in one weekend.

 

[justabrick]

Peter's heart raced when he saw the employee they'd sent- not at all who he was expecting. His mind raced, too, until he got it into his head that this was a professional interaction, and a woman that young and sexy definitely wouldn't have been interested in him anyway.

"Call me Peter," he grinned, holding out his hand- he'd always been uncomfortable with too much formality. He was glad she had corrected herself, too- he might not be a catch for a woman like her, he thought, but he had 38 years of experience on this earth, and didn't need anyone "taking care" of him- he knew that's not what she meant, anyway. "If you could help with my bag..." he inquired, as he saw it come around the carousel, "It's not too heavy, but it's a little awkward to carry on my lap..." he explained.

 

[charitybimbo]

“Peter,” Morgan said, meeting his grin with one of her own as she shook his hand. “It’s a pleasure.”

After shaking his hand, she straightened up, and bit her lip, thinking. It seemed rude for her to stand over him like this, but wouldn’t it be weird for her to get down to meet him at eye level? Before she could do more than realize what the problem was, he was pointing to the carousel.

“Of course,” she said, and pushed her way between a couple of lunkheads to get to the carousel. She bent at the waist. She wasn’t stupid, she knew how short her skirt was, and how low his eyes were. She also knew she was wearing a really cute pink thong under her tiny skirt, and she didn’t mind if he caught a glimpse.

She grabbed the bag and hoisted it off the carousel, turning and setting it down on it’s wheels. She pulled the handle out and then stood beside Peter.

“We're this way,” she said, a little flustered by her own actions, and pointed to where the car was parked.

 

[justabrick]

Peter felt his heart jolt as his new companion bent to pick up his bag from the carousel, momentarily exposing not only her long, tan legs, but a minuscule strip of underwear… It wasn’t all peaches and cream sitting several feet below everyone else, he thought to himself, but there were perks! Speaking of perks, Morgan’s dress showed off not only her thong from the right angle, but afforded a clear view of her ample cleavage, and perky young breasts. If he didn’t have a chance with a babe like her, Peter thought, at least he had a nice view.

With a contented smile, he followed her toward the van, catching the sight of her tightly-clad, swinging hips as she walked.

“Know any good places to eat around my hotel?” he inquired as they continued toward the van, “I’m getting hungry…”

 

[charitybimbo]

Peter probably could have rolled alongside her, but it would have been hectic navigating the human traffic swirling chaotically around the airport's exit. Easier for her to break a trail and for him to follow her. She found herself swaying her hips, wondering if he was checking her out. Wondering if her skirt was giving him a glimpse of her ass as she walked along, pulling his luggage.

When they got outside, the heat hit them, and she led him quickly to the van. She started the van remotely, so by the time they got there, the AC was blowing cold air into the space. She loaded the luggage in the back and then opened the side door with the lift for his chair.

"I'm so sorry," she said. "I never really learned how all this stuff works. You might have to walk me through it."

"There's a nice place on the top floor of the hotel," she said. "It's sort of got, you know, a candlelight and saxophone vibe. Like, where you take a girl to impress her. I don't know if that's too weird."

 

[justabrick]

“Well… sounds great…” Peter chuckled, turning to look out the window, “But I don’t have a pretty girl to impress…” He was in a city of millions of people, but he’d never felt so alone. At least he could enjoy the view from the top floor.

“… Unless you’re free?” he smiled at her. This was the point in the conversation, he knew, where she would explain that she was flattered, but had a boyfriend, and anyway, it wouldn’t be professional of her, and blah blah blah… Still, he held eye contact with her, simply enjoying her presence.

 

[charitybimbo]

Morgan drove, inching slowly forward in the LA traffic. Peter made the obvious comment about needing a date, and she waited. She wasn't quite sure how to navigate dating a guy in a wheelchair, but one thing she knew, she needed him to be man enough to at least ask her.

"I'd love to," she said, without missing a beat. She turned to look at him and smiled. "I am pretty much yours while you're here, so...." She was, since she was assigned to him for the weekend. But if he took it a different way, that wasn't altogether wrong, either.

 

[justabrick]

"I am pretty much yours..."

The words, and the look in her eye as she said them, made Peter smile widely. He gazed her more freely, from her dirty blonde head to her high-heeled toes- If they were going out, she was certainly dressed for the occasion. He didn't want to exploit the fact that she was an intern under pressure to impress, but he was glad for the company. And if they got along, well... he didn't want to get ahead of himself.

"So, what else is there to do here in LA, Morgan? What does a pretty girl like you get up to in her free time?" he enquired, relaxing a little.

 

[charitybimbo]

What is there to do in LA? She giggled. This was freaking Los Angeles, what wasn't there to do?

"There's a million things to do here," she said. "Beaches, nightclubs, shopping, anything you could ask for."

She grinned, and then she remembered who he was. Peter Higgins, art historian, had just called her a pretty girl. It was nice, but it was also a little patronizing. He was saying he didn't really take her seriously, and she was babbling about the beach and shopping.

"And, there's museums," she said, much more seriously. "There's culture. It's not all Hollywood fluff."

 

[justabrick]

Peter smiled- he was more interested in her first response, and getting to know the real Morgan, than he was in getting to know LA.

“I’ve seen a thousand museums,” he grinned. “But I’m from Ohio, I’ve never seen the Pacific. Will you take me there sometime? I might need help getting through the sand…”

He began imagining what a young woman like Morgan might wear to the beach, and it filled him with nervous excitement- he found himself gently massaging his strong hands.

 

[charitybimbo]

Morgan bit her lip, wondering if she'd be able to push the wheelchair through the sand. There were special beach wheelchairs that she had seen, but she couldn't remember where off the top of her head. It was just a google away, though, she supposed.

"You've really never seen the Pacific?" she said, grinning. Mr Longmore would flip if he knew she took his famous scholar to the beach. At the same time, it was sort of exciting to think of showing him something from the first time. And it wasn't like she was forcing him. It was his idea. "We could do that. I'd have to swing by my house to grab a bikini and stuff, but as long as you don't mind the ride out to the valley and back."

She stopped and blushed. "Or, I mean, if we went tomorrow, I guess I could just bring that stuff with me when I came to pick you up."

 

[justabrick]

Peter smiled- he seemed to have the young woman flustered with excitement. “Tomorrow’s great,” he grinned calmly. He’d have to shower to get the sand out before tomorrow night’s event, but an afternoon at the beach sounded perfect.

He couldn’t get the idea of Morgan in a bikini out of his head, either. With each pothole in the LA freeway, he caught a subtle glimpse of her young breasts bouncing with the car. The thought of seeing more excited him in a way he hadn’t felt sense he was a teen.

“So you live out in the valley?” he asked as a way of continuing the conversation, not really sure where “The Valley” was, having only heard of it in movies.

 

[charitybimbo]

"Cool," she said, kind of wishing he wanted to go to the beach right now, even though, by the time she drove all the way out to her place and all the way back, it would be pretty late. He was pretty quiet as she drove, and she was nervous. He was cute, and he was clearly important. They had flown him out from Ohio for some reason, after all, but she'd never really flirted with a guy in a wheel chair before.

"So you must be kind of a big deal, right?" she said. "I mean, they're pretty much rolling out the red carpet for you. I'll be honest, I was supposed to read up on who you were and all that but I ended up binge-watching last night and totally flaked."

When he asked about the valley, she rolled her eyes. "Yeah, it pretty much sucks. Right over the mountains there, Hollywood's shitty reflection. Miles of plastic suburbs, with nothing but chain restaurants and porn studios."

 

[justabrick]

Peter laughed. “Yeah, binge-watching Netflix sounds way more fun than studying my life…” he smirked. His thoughts drifted to imagining the two of them snuggling on a couch ‘Netflix n’ chilling’. Then, when she mentioned the industry San Fernando Valley was famous for, he started to imagine what might happen between them in that scenario… he hadn’t watched much porn, because he’d never seen one with a guy like him in it. He stopped his fantasy before it got too far.

“Honestly, I don’t care if you don’t know the first thing about me, he smiled, “As long as you can show me a good time while I’m here… And I’m sure we’ll get to know each other over time… I mean, I like to think that talking with me is a little more interesting than reading my Wikipedia article,” he winked.

 

[charitybimbo]

Morgan turned her head to look at him, raising an eyebrow.

"Show you a good time?" she said, and frowned for just a moment. Then she giggled. "You know I have a perfect GPA and wrote a kick-ass paper about contemporary art to get this internship, just so I can pick up some big-shot art historian and show him a good time?"

She pulled the car onto an exit and gently slowed as they came down the ramp.

"The hotel's right up here," she said. "Should we get you checked in and take your luggage up to the room before we eat?"

 

[justabrick]

“Sounds like a plan,” Peter smiled. He could check into a hotel himself, of course, but he was glad to have the help- and the company. Together, they made their way to the swanky hotel lobby.

“I didn’t mean to imply you’re just here to entertain me,” Peter said quietly as they waited in line, “I’m sure you’re as smart as you are nice… And I know you probably didn’t mean to imply that I’m less interesting than a rerun of Housewives, or whatever you watch” he teased.

 

[charitybimbo]

"You think I'm nice?" Morgan said as they waited in line. She was a bit distracted by their surroundings. She had never been in a hotel like this, and the lobby gave an impression of incredible luxury. The gallery was spending a fortune on Peter. She giggled at his crack about Housewives.

She leaned down to look him in the eye, very intentionally giving him a look down the front of her blazer. He would see the way her breasts hung free, see the lack of anything at all under the jacket but her bare skin.

"You are way more interesting than anything on TV," she said. "But I didn't know that last night, did I?"

 

[justabrick]

“No, I suppose you didn’t,” Peter smiled, with the image of her unbound cleavage burning in his mind. He was barely able to concentrate when it was time to speak with the receptionist.

Together, the pair made their way to the elevator, where a crowd gathered. As they jostled their way into place and the elevator ascended, Peter felt the back of his large hand brush Morgan’s smooth leg, and it sent a jolt of excitement through him. After a moment, he pulled away casually, but his mind raced with the sensation, his lustful thoughts battling with his professionalism and self-doubt.

 

[charitybimbo]

On the elevator, she felt his hand on her leg. She turned to smile at him. She wondered how hard it was for him to do that. She knew most girls would say no right off the bat, because he was in the chair. She was sort of surprised with herself for not rejecting him. It wasn't that she was doing him a favor, though. There was something irresistible about him. She shifted her weight, leaning her hip against his shoulder ever so slightly.

The elevator was crowded, and nobody was paying attention to anyone else. Would he see the invitation for what it was, or would be be too shy?

 

[justabrick]

As he rested his hand against her skin, Peter was surprised to feel her lean into his touch. Taking a slow breath, he moved the back of his fingers slowly along her bare skin- almost imperceptibly to anyone in the elevator but her. As guests got off the elevator, he would break contact, politely maneuvering his chair to let them out, but then moving back to the slow, secret, teasing touch. As they neared the top floor, there were two other guests in the elevator, then one… and as the door opened to the top floor, it was just the pair of them. As he rolled out onto the floor, he glanced up at Morgan, to judge her mood.

 

[charitybimbo]

He kept touching her as they rode up the elevator, and it was all she could do to just stand still, blank faced, as if nothing was happening. As soon as the last other person left, and the doors closed, she turned to grin at him. And then the doors opened for his floor, and she grabbed his bag and they stepped off the elevator, into the hall.

"You're so bad," she giggled, and then she looked at him, at the chair. Her grin melted away. She blushed.

"Um," she said. "I'm so sorry to have to ask this, but... does your... uh, can you... you know, get hard?"

 

[justabrick]

(I’m so sorry for the absence!)

Morgan!” he teasingly chastised her quietly “That’s not a very professional thing to ask!” His grin, though, made it clear that he was glad she had the same thing on her mind as he did.

“Besides…” he added, again taking in the curve of her body with his eyes, “it’s been so long… I think I’d need help to make sure…” he hinted, as they reached the hotel room door.

“Would you like to come in…?”

 

[charitybimbo]

"Sorry, sorry," she said, mortified for asking him an embarrassing question. She saw his grin, though, and gave a little smile in return. Then he invited her in, and she hesitated a moment.

"I'd love to," she said. She let him get the door, but helped him get his bag inside, and then she stood in front of him.

She unbuttoned her blazer and let it hang open, baring a strip of bare skin down to the waist of her tiny skirt. She turned her back to let it slip off her shoulders, and looked back at him as she tossed the blazer over the back of a chair.