Date with an amputee
A nice evening at her place, I thought as we got out of the car. Good wine, a wonderful sex goddess, and a good dinner lying happily in my stomach. What else could a man ask for? “To fuck like crazed weasels,” I muttered as I watched Jennifer slink up the walkway, with her one flawless leg catching in the light from the street light. “What’s that, dear?” she said, pivoting to look at me. A flash of white skin caught the dim yellow light where the stump I’d been thinking about through dinner was. “Nothing, I was just muttering to myself. They tell me the insanity isn’t anything to worry about unless I start st-st-stu-stuttering.”
Her infectious laugh filled the still air as we went into her apartment. I walked in and took off my shoes and watched as she placed a crutch tip on either side of her red pump and lifted her right foot out in one fluid motion. She was worth another hungry look in the room light. That oft-admired bare leg was perfect right down to the way the toes curved. Her hips and backside were pushing against her tight death-by-red dress. A bit further up, her full breasts were pressing hard against the fabric, with firm little points crying out to be touched. Her pretty hands flexed around the grips of the aluminum crutches that helped her look so athletic.
Her eyes sparkled above her wide smile when I finally looked up at her pretty face. She turned and hugged me, and said, “Could you pour the wine? There are stem glasses in the cupboard above and to the left of the sink.” She then headed to the sofa as I uncorked the bottle and found the supplies I needed.
I thought about her as I made busy in the kitchen. I’d met her how long ago? Was it really only two weeks? From the first time I’d seen her hop past me at the pool, I’d been addicted. That stump, ending just above the knee, had just not been out of my mind since. But nor had her breasts, her earlobes, her very fingers – she was just everywhere! I’d almost jumped her in the Japanese restaurant earlier when, after I gave her right foot a good massage, she slipped said bare foot up above my ankle and started rubbing my leg. Yes, she’d be a dish in any language, and that truncated thigh just made it more exotic.
I handed her the glass of chardonnay I was not taking a sip of, and sat down on her left. “That dinner was pretty nice,” I said, “You have good taste.” “So do you; where did you find this wine? It’s splendid!” “Well, I had a recommendation from a friend who plays wine master, so I can’t take credit. But I am feeling particularly smug about inviting you out tonight.” “Well, it’s about time! I’ve been waiting almost forever for you to decide you didn’t mind dating a gimp,” she retorted, poking me in the shoulder. “Heck darlin’, that’s almost the best part,” grabbing her finger and holding on. “Or haven’t you been paying attention when I’ve been staring at you?”
“You stare at everything, that’s why I like you. So many guys either think the stump is weird or don’t mind in theory but have problems in practice. You like all of me, and it’s wonderful.” She intertwined her fingers with mine and moved closer. “Do you have plans in the morning?” she breathed.
I said, “Well, I was hoping to be here, you wonderful tart!” and wrapped my arm around her shoulder, pulling her close for a kiss. The kiss that came back was incredible – I thought my zipper would split from the force of my erection. I felt her breast heaving under my hand as I slipped it down the front of her dress; the moan I heard when I touched her nipple proved that she was as horny as I was. As I undid her buttons to free those golden globes, I felt her left hand pull out my shirt and start to explore my back. Then her right hand moved to meet mine as she whispered, “There’s one more part that needs attention,” and she slid my hand down her body to the tip of her bare stump.
I thought I’d burst right there. Her thigh felt firm and smooth right down to the end, where little undulations indicated where the sutures had gone when the doctors had finished making her a [tag]uniped[/tag]. More low moans came as I explored the scar, and I felt her reach down to free my penis from its confinement. Her hand wrapped around it gently, and she made a pumping motion that made it even a little more rock-hard than it had been.
Then she stood up and spun around with a little hop. Hiking her dress, she lifted her stump out for the kiss it immediately got, and she pointed it at my penis. The contact almost sent me to the moon; I managed to think about multiplication tables long enough to not ejaculate all over her thigh. I pulled her down to straddle me as she hiked her dress. She said, “I’ve wanted you in me since you smiled at me and told me that dreadful joke about the one-legged virgin.” “Oh, yeah – Hopalong Chastity!” I managed to grunt as I felt her dampness ensheath my throbbing member. “I thought I’d either break the ice or get hit by a crutch. What an asshole, eh?” It was her turn to grunt as she started to work her hips. “No, you’re a big prick, but that’s okay as long as you’re my prick.” I just replied by seeing how much of Jennifer I could cover with kisses between strokes as my hands felt her breasts, the tip of her stump, her back, and the sole of her foot.
Suddenly, it became clear that her dress and my shirt were two things that needed to be elsewhere, and with some frantic work we managed to fling them behind us. Her heaving breasts were a thing of amazing beauty, and her flat stomach quivered as I ran my tongue along her cleavage and across her nipples, and I knew that she was not going to be very long. I pulled her face down and sucked on her lips like she’d done in that mindblowing kiss at the start, and with her first contraction I felt myself carried over the edge. I held what seemed like a couple of eternities until the wave of orgasm hit me full-force, feeling like it was going to blow my head off. We kissed again as she slumped on top of me, spent. Reaching for a glass of wine, I gave it to her, and she sipped and then kissed me again, letting the fruity fluid run into my mouth, cutting the thick film my tongue has developed.
“Oh, Jennifer,” I sighed, “we have got to keep doing this until we get it right.”
“Hey, we’ve got all night, and all day tomorrow, too. It does look pretty promising. Do you suppose it has a chance?” At that point, we started laughing too hard to even tease each other.
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