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Ski Lodge

By: some_boy



Ski Lodge: I used to drive to Mammoth for skiing, when I lived in the LA area. Never had a night quite like this, though!

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It was a long, good day. Sore afterwards, from keeping up with the boys, and full on spaghetti &crispy garlic bread, Anjin curled on the couch in the half lit room. Electric blue, the television complemented the yellow-red firelight licking into the living room from the hearth. Eight tired skiers made small talk as the opening credits rolled. It was possible, she thought, after a day like THAT, that half of them would fall asleep where they sprawled before the movie ended. They'd driven 6 hours from LA to Mammoth Lakes on through a blustery white night to get here at 11PM yesterday, drink too much, sleep too little, and then snowboard all day. Her body yearned for a massage, but most small aches were soaked away in the hot tub earlier, or dissolved by the wine.

A little smile tickled the corner of her mouth as she thought back to the hot tub. It had been dark but for the spotlight down in the water, big fat snowflakes coming down, 5 of them in there drinking and telling stories about the day's skiing when she'd decided, just like that, it was time to take her top off. It had pretty much stopped the conversation for a second. "What? These... are my tits." Anjin said, tracing a fingertip down her sternum and then briefly cupping them for a jostle, lifting the nipples out of the water for a second and then dropping them back in with a little splash. "Nothing special. See?"

"Whoa." said Daniel, nervously and looking away. Just that, a syllable tapering up into the darkness.

"Yeah, it's cool, what's the big deal?" said Guillermo, getting on the bandwagon, he pulled his shorts off and plopped them in a wet heap on the edge of the tub, a big "I dare you" grin across his bearded face. Guillermo was a muscle-packed fighter, Italian, outgoing, devil may care and it showed in his enthusiastic but haphazard skiing. You could count on Gui to get injured, and to shake it off.

Anjin grinned. "Yeeea, let's see, Guillermo. Come over by the light!" she teased, reaching to poke him.

He swatted her away with a brush of his powerful left arm. "You just stay on your side, woman." Guillermo always pretended not to like Anjin much, which she believed, but everyone else knew better.

As for the others, Steven the ingenue, was repulsed. "Why does everybody always have to be Naaaked? It's obscene. What will Jago say when he finds out you've been showing your breasts everywhere? (Jago is Anjin's boyfriend, and he had been absent, making the spaghetti sauce at the time.)

"How do you get the guts, Anjin, aren't you embarrassed?" asked Amy. She was interested, rather than appalled, but at 22 and the baby of the group, she was a little bit shy.

"Oh so what? It's just skin, and it's Fun! Jago won't mind, he'll be glad I'm happy. Besides, he's already seen them and probably borrr-ed of my boobies by now..." She said this last looking down at them in mock sadness, drawing slow circles around one nipple with two fingers.

The last one in the pool was Trudi, Guillermo's g/f, and she didn't say a thing, just stripped. Entirely. Clearly, it was an answer to Gui, and he smiled, nodded once and poured the wine.

That was all two hours ago. Now, full of dinner, they subsided into a moment's lull as the movie began. Alien. If anything could keep them awake through wine and exhaustion it would be that. Anjin hadn't seen the classic horror flick in years, and Amy never had (hence it's selection for this trip: everyone HAD to see Alien!) Anjin curled up next to Jago's heavy chest and rested her hand on his ribcage, just expanding and contracting the hand idly, feeling the ribs, sometimes reaching up to rub the muscle that lay over his heart. If she twisted her head just so, she could feel it beating. His left arm covered her back, and his fingers tangled her hair and pressed her neck here and there. Anjin felt warm, and loved. She glanced over at Amy, the single woman on this trip, she was sitting near Dan, but neither attached to him nor likely to be. Dan was deeply engrossed in the movie, but Amy caught Anjin's glance and returned it, eyes flickering over to Jago and back. He was a lean brute of a man, attractive and charismatic, usually. Right now he was more frumpy than anything else, in a rust colored, half-zippered polypropylene shirt, navy sweatpants and fuzzy socks, slouched half asleep in the couch with a beer in his right hand and a girl in his left, he looked and felt good to Anjin, but probably not any great impression on anyone else, least of all Amy who was half his age. Still, she had looked him over, and the straps of muscle, bulk of his legs, were hard to miss. So was his cock, laying somnolent but a not undetectable bulge reclining over his right thigh, under the fleece.

Anjin thought of the shape of that cock, it's color, what it would look like right now, under those pants. She could reach down and give it a squeeze... Then she snapped back to reality. They were in public. Sigourney Weaver was in some argument with the USMC brute on the spaceship; she was taking a lot of shit, but that just meant he would probably the first one who'd have his head bitten off later. Anjin loved this movie, how the bad guy was a bad Girl, and all the tough men were helpless to stop her with mere strength. Women were mentally tougher than men, anyway, she thought, though you never got a chance to prove it. She thought of her relationship with Jago, how it had grown from both of them basically submitting entirely to each other. This man, solid like a 200lb flank steak, who could pick her up and break her in half: she could stop him with a glance, take his clothes, read his e-mail, tell him to cook or shut up and he would. But it was not one sided. Anjin gave herself utterly too, hung on his words, attended to his pleasure. Thinking this, she arched her back a little, so that she could press one soft breast into his side, so that he would feel it and know she was there, naked underneath, and thinking of sliding her skin on his. What a way to live! Anjin was utterly in the moment. She reached her hand under the shirt and stretched it up a little, palming his abdomen. Firelight flickered on the narrow strip of belly Anjin bared for Amy: had she seen it? Maybe not.

The movie was heating up, men in big trucks were smashing into the lair, (over) confident in their power to deal with whatever they found with guns and radios. All eyes were glued to the tube. Anjin traced a finger down below the belly button, smoothing the waistband of the sweatpants, casually running her fingers one after another over the single washboard bump. Just once.

His eyes darted to hers accusingly. "No one saw!" she looked back at him, no need for words... "I can do it if I want to!" There was a little defiance in her look.

"No." He didn't need to speak either.

"Yes." She hardened her glance with a clench of her little jaw and a narrowing glare, reaching slowly down, and giving one slow firm deliberate squeeze. Amy was watching, and Anjin smiled at her. Jago held perfectly still, obeying her implicit order. He was her toy and she'd flaunt him if she wanted. He gave a tiny grunt of disapproval, and a squeeze of acquiesence, simultaneously.

Anjin put her hand back where it belonged, on his stomach. Amy's eyes shifted back and forth uncontrollably. Soldiers were filing through blue lit caves, sticky goo everywhere, their lazers darting over muscular looking things they did not realize were alive and dangerous. Anjin locked eyes with Amy and pressed her hand down, catching the waistband under her thumb and sliding it down too, exposing his cock's head. It was red in the light, blue when the TV flashed. Paralyzed, Jago fixated on the movie.

Extending her hand, Anjin finished pulling the pants down and grasped lifting him up and waving him around slowly, like the head of the monster that was now itself raising up from a dark recess in the back of the cave. It parted its lips, dripping slime. Anjin licked hers. She glanced at the screen, meaningfully: Amy should watch the movie.

As if. Amy responded by shifting in her seat, turning to face Anjin, elbows on knees, attentive. She would watch and learn how such relationships were made.

She tilted the long rounded shape towards the screen, reflected light shining of it's wetted, dripping end.

The Alien drew back its fangs, revealing a red gorge, about to kill.

In one dive, Anjin engulfed as much of his cock as she could, feeling it jam in her throat, her wet heat everywhere.

On screen, a man died, red blood everywhere. Jago erupted, his girlfriend sucking his cock, head bobbing in time to his contractions. Amy gasped. Anjin pulled back, smiling down at her toy, licking it clean now and again as it continued to pulse gently.

The monster retracted her jaws, white fluid dripping.

No one spoke. 

Ski Lodge



A snowstorm suddenly begins dumping another few inches an hour on the ground late Wednesday afternoon in near whiteout conditions. The crowd in the bar is huge. She sits on the stool on the other side of a large man. I don't think he is with her. I hope not. What I can see, she is a knock out - great face, not much makeup, and curly reddish brown hair down to her shoulders. A pair of crutches leans against the wall next to her, but I assume she has a sprained ankle or a broken leg. After all, this is a bar in a ski lodge. It would be too much to ask that she is missing a leg.

There are no free stools at the bar and few standing places for several rows back. I watch for a moment as I assess how best to order a drink and find a way to be close to her. Soon a man standing between the large man and the woman leaves and I rush to fill the space.

"Whiskey," I yell over the noise to the barkeeper. I glance to the left at her face and it is even lovelier up close, maybe she is even about my age. "Sorry to be so loud," I tell her then smile while still looking at her.

"No problem. It's loud in here." She takes a sip of her drink leaving a small amount in the glass.

"Do you want another while I have his attention?"

"Sure. Scotch."

The barkeeper puts my drink on the bar and I order a scotch while pointing at her glass. I exchange a few bills for the two drinks and push hers next to the near empty glass.

"I'm Matt. Are you up here to ski?"

She glances at the crutches then at me. "Nah. I came up this morning with my sister and her husband for a few days. Oh, I'm Leslie." She holds a hand out and I give it a small shake then keep the hand in mine for an extra moment.

"Nice to meet you," I say before sipping my drink.

"Do you ski?"

"Nope, I'm too big a klutz." I laugh. "I like to watch though."

"They went back to the room a while ago. I think they got a little horny." She chuckles.

"Lucky me," I say and clink my glass against hers then sip.

The large man stands and I scoot the still warm stool closer to her. It is then I notice the reason for the crutches. She's missing her left leg above the knee though the lighting is bad and I can't tell how much. My heart pounds uncontrollably.

"Yeah-h," she drawls as she realizes what I'm looking at.

"Not a problem."

"Have you known others?"

"If a married woman next door when I was growing up counts, then yes." I chuckle.

"Sure, we can count that." She laughs then finishes the old drink and pushes the empty glass away. "We live in Conway, not together, and drive up often during the winter. This'll be one of the first times we've spent several nights."

"I know where that is. I'm from Monroe."

I spend a long moment looking at the way her sweater has a small curve over her breasts. For some reason, the lighting improves as she turns slightly my way and I now can see the left jean pants leg either wraps over a hip without a leg or is tailored to fit nicely around it.

"At the hip," she casually says as she looks at me over the glass before she sips.

I grin knowing it is my favorite kind of stump. I only know from pictures having never been this close to a woman missing a leg. The neighbor story is purely fiction, but I felt I had to say something like that.

"About a year ago," she adds. "I don't mind."

"Oh?"

"I make it a fashion statement." She laughs.

I grin as I look at her. "Did you break the leg off your Barbie dolls?"

"How'd you guess?" Her stare matches mine for a while then changes into a simple smile as she sips.

I watch her long slim fingers gripping the glass as she gently sits it down. They still hold the glass and gently rub the sides a few times.

"Ah, I once read some book where a woman did that. Eventually she lost her own leg."

"On purpose?" she quizzes with an intense curiosity.

"Uh-huh." I watch, as she seems to process both the response and my reaction as she takes several sips over nearly a minute of silence.

"Oh." She sips again.

I flag the barkeeper down and order another round.

"Thanks. I'm enjoying talking to you."

"Me too."

"About the woman in the story, how did that make you feel?" The glasses arrive. "You know, that she did it on purpose." She finishes the old drink in a large gulp and pushes the empty glass away then pulls the new one closer.

I take a moment to consider the ramification of being honest with my answer. "I wouldn't have a problem. People make changes to their bodies all the time ... piercing, breast enhancement, stuff like that."

"Good answer." She glances at the clock on the wall. "Say, are you up for dinner? I'm getting hungry and all the booze is hitting me.

I look out the window at the growing darkness and the blowing snow in the building lights then unconsciously at my watch.

"I have reservations at the restaurant here. Much nicer than the cafeteria." I laugh. "I asked for a quiet table. It'd be great to have you join me."

"I think so too." She gives me a big grin that makes manly parts of me swell in my pants.

"Reservation for Matt Mathews," I tell the host standing near the front of the restaurant. I hold both glasses I've carried from the bar. Large windows fill one wall facing the mountain. The rate of snowfall has increased and even the lifts are invisible. "It was for one, but there's a second person. If we could be by the window away from the others...."

"Yes. I have a perfect table for you." I notice him giving Leslie a careful study as he takes a second menu from the stack and places it on top of the other already against his forearm. "This way."

She leans her crutches against the wall between it and the chair. I scoot the chair underneath her as she sits then take my seat at the other side of the table.

She holds her glass up in a toast. "To a new...."

"Relationship," I quickly finish her toast as I clink my glass against hers.

"That might be nice."

"Yes, I think it would. Of course we've just met," I say.

"Are you seeing anyone?"

"No," I simply reply without saying I'd dump anyone I might be seeing just to be with her. I know such a thing could be a deal breaker or at least make me seem overly insensitive for sure.

"Me either. Guys don't like the broken Barbie doll look."

"There're fools."

"And you do?"

I take her hand in mine and rub her fingers lightly. "Yeah, as long as it's you."

She looks at an attractive woman with a man as they walk towards the door of the restaurant. She leans across the table and whispers, "If that woman was missing a leg, would you be interested in her?"

"If I'd never met you and she wasn't with him, maybe I would. It's not the only attribute I look for, you know."

"Well, what 'attribute' attracted you to me?"

"The first thing I noticed was your hair and face. I couldn't see anything else."

"And if I'd had two legs, what then?"

"Leslie, I would still try to meet you."

The waitress stands by the table as we quickly scan the menu. I make a suggestion. Leslie quickly agrees with it then the woman takes our order and walks away.

"Our first agreement," Leslie says as she takes my hand in hers.

"You're easy to be with."

"I only had my leg off, not my ability to be with someone." She snickers, still holding my hand.

We talk about nothing much for a while and watch the blowing snow. The food arrives and I ask for two glasses of merlot wine. For the first few bites, we each say nothing until the wine arrives.

"Thanks. How'd you know this was my favorite?" She does a mock toast without clinking glasses then sips.

"Just a lucky guess." I sip and let my eyes drift over her face. "Another agreement. God-d, soon we'll be living together." I chuckle.

"Maybe we need to sleep together first."

She says it in a matter of fact way, almost as if it's a done deal. I hold the glass near my lips for a moment then sip again before putting it down.

"You said you're staying here," she says between bites.

"Yeah, for a few nights. It sounds like that's a good thing."

"Uh-huh." She smiles seductively as she cuts though the meat and pushes the food between her lips as though she might be pushing a part of me between them. "I think it is. Who knows...?"

She cuts herself off and leaves me wondering, yet knowing we'll be sleeping together tonight. I am glad I have no reason to stand anytime soon. I wonder if she knows how she is affecting me. She probably does.

We eat for a while in silence, occasionally watching the snow falling.

"Hope you're not a boob man," she suddenly says as she sits the glass down. Her hand lightly smoothes the sweater over a breast.

"Not if you're talking about huge ones."

"Another agreement. Yea." She snickers.

"You look quite nice, like all of you. I doubt you being naked will be disappointing."

"Likewise."

I push my empty plate away and wipe my lips with the cloth napkin before sipping the rest of my wine. She does the same.

"We could always call room service later for desert," I confidently say as I put my credit card on top of the folder for the bill.

"My idea exactly. I'm getting tired of undressing you only in my mind."

"Hmmm." I drag my tongue across my lower lips.

In the elevator, I hold her hand and she playfully bumps her hip against mine.

"I never expected this, this morning," she whispers.

"Only in my dreams."

The elevator doors open and we walk to the right a short distance. The door clicks as I remove the cardkey and she opens the door and holds it for me.

"A woman of many talents," I tease as I walk past and she lets the door close on its own.

"Just you wait," she says as she crutches towards the bed.

I follow and part way there, I reach around her waist from behind and pull her against me. She tilts her head back and rubs her face against mine. I inhale the natural fragrance of her skin and let my hands drift up to soft curves of her breasts hidden under the sky-blue wool sweater.

She moans without restraint as I massage them then she rubs her hips against me. "That feels divine." She rubs her hips again.

I drag my hands freely down and cup both between her thighs then hold them in place.

"Baby-y," she whispers letting her head turn slightly so she can kiss my cheek. "Don't you think we're over dressed?"

She pulls away and takes the final step to the bed then sits as she places the crutches together on the floor, parallel to the bed. I watch as she removes the sweater and undershirt leaving her breasts nicely exposed.

"There're perfect," I say.

She covers them with both hands and gently rubs. "Well, no more looking until you remove something." She laughs. "It only seems fair."

I quickly remove my sweater and shirt and drop them beside the bed as I sit next to her and take her in my arms. Our lips weld as they first touch and our tongues trade between them. Her hand slips wantonly over my chest for a while before ripping at my belt.

"What do you think is in there?" I tease.

"A big ole cock," she replies. "For my mouth and my pussy," she adds as she rips the zipper down.

I rub over her crotch a few times as I gaze into her eyes then unfasten her jeans. She pushes at the waistband and easily slides the jeans along her leg like a stripper. Her foot reaches for the ceiling as she pushes the thong panties up to the bending knee. With a flick of the foot, the thong arcs though the air.

She lies back and rubs a hand over the hip without a thigh. "Do you approve of my stump?" The hand slithers over the rounded shape and fingers trace the scars as I watch.

"As long as it's yours," I reply as I add my hand to the stump.

"You say all the right things, darling."

I devour the hip with my lips as my fingers begin to play with the pink wet folds of skin between it and the other thigh. I listen to sounds flowing from her mouth as my finger worms inside and my thumb roams around her clit.

"Oh-h honey," she mumbles, as I add another finger.

I search everywhere and love all I find inside her. Soon I find her g-spot and begin to rub.

"Bingo-o," she roars and thrusts her lone foot high.

Two fingers rub and hold the spot firmly. Her hips rock and sway, as her moans grow louder.

"Good man-n," she says. "Good man."

I lean down and take some of folds between my lips, and suck up one side and down the other lapping the juices with my tongue then give her clit a firm kiss.

"Ah-h," she roars as she begins grinding against my mouth. With effort, I remove my wet fingers and stroke the stump as I continue sucking the clit. "Yeah-h, like that," she encourages. She musses with my hair with one hand as she sucks a finger. "There-e." She grinds a few more times and then holds herself more firmly against my mouth. 

Soon she pulls away and tells me, "There're more waiting, but we have all night." She snickers. "No use using them all up right away."

"What, you have a limit?" I laugh.

"Baby-y, no limit. I just want to explore you some now."

I linger with my face pecking kisses over the top of the thigh, across her pussy, and over her stump.

"Keep that up and I probably won't get around to sucking your cock for a long while." She snickers. "You do like your cock sucked, don't you?" She snickers again.

"Of course, what guy doesn't? By the same token, I'm kind of partial to what I'm doing now."

"Well, munch away. It's not like you'll get soft anytime soon." She moans as I roll her clit between my lips for a while. "God-d damn, you're good at that. I might just keep you."

I squirm my hips across the bed while attempting to keep my face in place. I feel her hands pulling at my legs then they are between my thighs and on my cock.

"Wow, did you ever get a nice one. This is a wonderful cock."

She strokes me a few more times then begins letting the erection fill her mouth. I am enjoying her stump and all that is next to it too much to respond. I am not sure I need to.

-

I awake with my face by her stump, the wonderful aroma of her pussy filling my senses, my lips nuzzling her. I let a hand roam over the rounded shape of her hip and enjoy the feel.

"Morning," she hoarsely says as she wakes. "What a nice way to wake up."

"And what a nice way to go to sleep," I reply between kisses along one of the scars as I near her slit. I drag my tongue through the mixture of our fluids and over her clit. She quivers and shakes as I pull the bud between my lips and nibble.

"Oh sweetheart-t," she drawls. "I could go for a few days of that." The words stumble from her mouth between punctuated moans as I suck and nibble.

I shove two fingers deep inside and I feel her convulse around them as they begin fucking her. She pulls her knee to her chest. The foot reaches past her head giving her the appearance of not having anything past either hip.

"Ah-h," she quickly begins moaning deeply. "Fuck mama's pussy ... good-d."

My hand slams against the folds of skin, driving the fingers deep with each pounding thrust. The fingertips drag across the g-spot as they withdraw. She continues to make low deep sounds as she gasps for air.

"Oh-h," she repeats and a hand slaps the bed. "Oh-h ... yeah-h, yeah-h, baby." With a last moan, she begins to relax.

She lays sprawled across the bed for a few minutes as she comes down from the first orgasm of the morning. A grin spreads across her face as she looks at me.

"How did I get so lucky?" she coos.

Before I answer, she pushes me on my back and mounts my erection as she holds my shoulders down. Her hips begin rocking, sliding her tight channel along my shaft.

"Don't ever stop," I beg.

"Count on it."

I lose control and begin filling her with repeated blasts of come. She continues milking me until long after they stop.

"God-d, I love doing that to you," she whispers in my ear, her pussy still loving my cock.

My hands wrap her face and pull her lips to mine; our tongues trade mouths. She wiggles her hips and I feel a renewed erection quickly forming.

"Honey, you're insatiable." She snickers. "I like that."

-

There is a text message on her phone when we get out of the shower. Her sister suggests meeting for breakfast. I feel special having her with me as we enter the same dinning room we had dinner in last night. A few people turn and look as Leslie scans for her sister.

"There they are," she says as she grabs my arm.

I look around and find a woman waving at us. Leslie pushes through a small crowd and I follow to the other side of the room to a four-person table. The woman is as lovely as Leslie and the man strikingly handsome. They are possibly a few years older.

"This is Holly and Robert," Leslie says as she introduces me to everyone.

Holly extends her left hand and I notice the right sleeve seems empty. She grins and I give the hand a soft shake.

"Nice to meet you both," I say as I reach over and shake his hand. It is then I realize he is missing most of the ring finger of his right hand.

"Well, I guess I'm the odd man out." I laugh and take a seat next to Leslie and across from Robert.

"Aren't they beautiful?" he says, glancing at each woman, and then sipping his coffee.

"Where'd you find Matt? He's dreamy." Holly asks Leslie, as she extends her hand and rests it on Leslie's hand.

"In the bar yesterday. We had a wonderful dinner afterwards. He's not shy of stumps either." She snickers.

Holly moves her arm stump and the sweater sleeve moves enough to show the arm ends just above the elbow.

"Is this a family requirement to be missing something?" I tease.

He lifts his left hand from his lap and rests it on the table and I see it is actually a prosthetic hook peeking from the end of the sweater sleeve. He looks at me, and smiles. He moves a shoulder and the hook opens and closes.

"I had done this before I met Holly. She had a thing for men missing an arm."

"Done?"

"Uh-huh. For me, I've felt I should be this way all my life." He pauses and looks at my reaction. "Oh, I just assumed you knew about these things."

"Not a problem. Yes, I've known about such feelings." I continue to glance back and forth between his hook and her empty sleeve.

She reaches over and takes his hook in her hand as if she is holding a real hand. Her thumb rubs along the shiny piece of metal and over the tip.

"I was traveling overseas and he was in front of me in line to get on a ferry. When I saw his hook, my heart just pounded like it was going to jump smack out of my chest."

"Wow. That's how I felt when I saw Leslie was missing a leg."

"Darling, that's sweet," Leslie says, taking my hand in hers and holding it. "I had an idea you liked stumps."

"What can I say?" I laugh.

The waitress takes our orders, refills the coffee cups, and leaves. Holly pushes the sleeve up and cups her hand at the bottom of the stump and plays with it for a moment, and then leaves the sleeve up enough to expose a few inches of the stump.

"How do you like having one arm?" I ask Holly. "Was this a dream for you as well?"

"Actually, I just fantasized about being with a man missing an arm. I had a teacher in grade school with one arm. I don't know why, but I often dreamed of him as I'd go to sleep at night."

"Are you two missing the same amount of your arms?" I glance back and forth between Robert and Holly.

"We are now," he begins. "When we met, I was just missing part of the forearm. Back then I was a little afraid of having too much off. I just wanted to be missing my hand. Growing up, a farmer down the road was missing his hand. I loved to watch him doing things and using that stump to hold or support stuff."

I look over at Leslie and smile. "Did you know about any of this?"

"Nope. Not at all." She chuckles. "They were married when I first saw what she'd done to her arm."

The waitress returns with a large tray and places it on a nearby table then puts each plate in front of us. She looks around, observes the hook and Holly's missing arm, smiles, and then walks away.




Ski Lodge



"She seemed un-phased," Holly whispers, as she shakes salt and pepper on her eggs.

"Need a hand?" he asks, and then roars with laughter. A couple at a nearby table looks around quickly then return to their meals.

"He's a jokester about missing arms," Holly explains to us, and then laughs.

One by one, we push our empty plates away as finish then drink the rest of our coffee. The waitress asks if we would like anything else and Robert waves his hand signaling we're through. He puts cash on the folder and she walks away.

"Any plans?" Holly asks, looking at Leslie. "We could all sit in a hot tub."

Leslie grabs my hand tight and smiles at me. "Ah, I think we'd like to get to know one another better."

"Oh-h, love birds, huh?" she teases.

"Well, you've got Robert. Why can't I have some happiness for once."

She squeezes my hand a little tighter then begins to stand as if upset by something. She shoves the crutches roughly under her arms and moves away from the table. I stand and look at Robert and Holly.

"Thanks for breakfast," Leslie says sweetly, as if not upset. She looks at me and rests a hand on my chest. "Maybe we can stop by my room and I can get a few things."

"Sure." I look back in their direction. "See ya later. Nice to meet you." I turn and catch up to Leslie who is halfway to the door of the restaurant.

She slows as we move into the hallway. I lightly hold her arm and she stops and looks at me, her face inches away from mine.

"What happened?" I ask.

She pecks at my lips a few times. "Matt, darling." She pecks again. "She's always getting in the way."

"Of what? She just asked if we'd like to share a hot tub with them."

"Sweetheart, I'm sorry. Yes, yes, you are right. Of course, you're right."

She kisses me a little more deeply. A couple passes and the woman glances back at us then continues.

"I just want us to be alone for a while longer," Leslie whispers in my ear. I feel her press against my chest as she hugs me. "I had such a wonderful time last night. Didn't you? I know you did."

"Maybe we could mess the bed up some more," I tease.

The elevator opens and four people get off. We hurry before the doors close and just make it. I push three and the doors close just as another couple arrives. It is too late to make the doors open even though I jab several times at the open button. I look at Leslie and shrug my shoulders.

"I like you very much," I say, and then let my lips wander over hers until the door opens.

She unlocks her room door and I follow her inside. "It's silly for us to have two rooms," I say. "Grab all of your stuff and check out of this one. Stay with me."

"How sinful is that?" she teases. Her hand gropes between my thighs and rubs over my growing erection. "You might take advantage of a poor helpless cripple."

"Damn right I would." I laugh then lightly swat her hip.

We put her bag in my room where the maid has already made the bed and left fresh towels. We stand in the middle of the room and neck for a while then go down to the front desk to return the room key.

"That'll save a few hundred," she says as we step into the elevator.

I hold her stump firmly. "Maybe I can check this out again." I keep my hand in place and feel around slightly. "Custom made stumps ... huh? How cool is that?"

"I hope you don't mind."

"How could I? After all, it helped us meet."

The door closes behind us and we sit on the edge of the bed undressing, leaving our clothes in a single pile.

"It feels comfortable getting naked with you," I say.

"Yeah, but I don't have much experience to compare it with." She chuckles.

"Me either. It's something I wanted."

"What, a bunch of experiences to compare?"

"No. I guess that came out wrong. I mean, I've wanted someone in my life ... like you."

I pull her along side me as I lay down. We cuddle and kiss for a while feeling each other's warmth against our bodies. Hands travel everywhere, lingering in some places longer than others.

"What are we going to do, when we leave?" I ask.

"What do you want? We just met yesterday."

"I don't want to lose what we have this very moment. It feels too good to lose."

My hand roams over her stump for a while. We are silent. Her hand lightly strokes my erection into a greater state of firmness, and then slips it inside her. Her hips move and her channel slides along the shaft. I hold her stump as her hips move.

"Hmmm, could we do this all the time?" she quizzes softly.

"Maybe," I tease.

"I rent." She continues massaging my shaft with her pussy and I still hold her stump. "I work in an office. It's not like I can't do that in Monroe."

"I'd like to find a way."

"Me too. Would you be ashamed to have your friends meet me?"

"Why, just 'cause you have one leg? Leslie, I think my only problem would find a way to not get a hard-on when we are together with other people." I snicker.

"I could wear really short skirts without panties."

"Not like that'd help." I chuckle.

She continues to slowly massage my shaft and in a fake southern accent, she says, "Do you think this fine-e ole cock of yours would still like my cunt after a few years?"

"Maybe you could help me refine my oral abilities on that fine-e, fine pussy of yours."

"Really? I just don't know." She laughs.

"Short skirts and no panties ... maybe you could walk ahead of me up the stairs so I could get a nice peek at that wonderful ass of yours."

"God-d, I might just have to start buying granny panties." She presses her mouth against mine and drives her tongue deep into my mouth for a moment. "Geez Matt, I love being with you."

"Not if you're going to buy granny panties."

I laugh then kiss her deeply. She continues slowly massaging me as I grip her stump.

"I promise, either no panties or I'll wear a thong. One thing I didn't realize until I had my stump, most panties won't fit well over a hip without a leg. The hole is too big."

"Well, thongs or nothing it is. Fine by me."

She rolls me onto my back and quickens the pace along my shaft. "Fuck, I just want to come so much," she yells. Her head hangs down from her shoulders supported by outstretched arms. Her hair dangles in my face. "Ah-h, ah," she moans loudly for a while. "Great cock, great cock." I begin filling her with streams of come about the time the orgasm ravages her.

She falls against me, panting loudly, her body heaving and quivering for several moments. I remain erect and still inside. I feel her squeezing my shaft.

"Marvioulous," she says. "That one was for the record books." Her face rests on my shoulder.

She sits, still over my lap, me still in her, and stretches. "I wish I had something sexy to wear for you."

"I can't imagine anything more sexy that what you have on now."

"No, I mean when we go to eat after awhile. All I brought with me were sweaters and the one pair of jeans. I wasn't expecting to meet anyone."

"Its warmer in Monroe and ten thousand feet lower in elevation. I hope you'll like my place. I live outside town a ways. There's a lake ... Lake Monroe of course. I have a cabin on the lake. The back deck is over the water."

"It sounds wonderful. Maybe I'll get a tiny swimsuit."

"No one lives near me. You can skinny dip if you want."

"Don't wake me from this dream."

The toilet flushes and she crutches back to the bed as I watch the way her single leg swings nicely between the metal shafts. She stops in front of me letting her foot swing through the air a few times without touching the floor while balanced on the crutches.

"You 'do' like me this way, don't you?"

"Of course. Why do you ask that?"

She against swings her foot a few more times. "I don't know, just some people think it's sick to just have a healthy leg amputated ... even if they women with one leg."

"I don't and I'm the only person that matters. Besides, that you wanted to be this way makes you special. Anyone can have an accident or get cancer. You have one leg because you 'wanted' to be this way."

"You're sweet to say it that way. Did you ever want to have one leg?"

"I can't deny that I haven't thought about it. I guess I love to look a little more than I want to be an amputee. Is that what your sister did?"

"Huh?"

"Did she have her arm off for herself or for him?"

"Oh. She claims it was for herself, but I think it was something he wanted her to have."

"Would you want me to have one leg?"

She looks at me with a coy look for a moment. "A little, but don't just do it for me. You've got to be okay with something like that or you'll be a wreck."

She sits next to me as I sit up. Her arm pulls me closer and she kisses me for a while as her hand roams between my thighs.

"What prompted you to have your leg off?" I ask.

"Oh, a lot of things. I once had a boyfriend with one leg in college. It didn't work out for us. Holly never met him and I never told her."

"Then you saw your sister with one arm."

"Yeah, I saw her and Robert. We were drunk one night and naked in bed, the three of us. We each 'did' each other several times. Don't hate me for that. It's best you know. We started talking about amputations and after that, for several months, all I could think about was having my leg off."

Her cell phone begins to ring and she reaches down to the pile of clothes on the floor to fish it from her jeans.

"Hello?" she almost yells as she struggles to sit back up. She listens for a few moments in silence. "Yeah, just a second." She covers the phone and looks at me. "It's my sister. Robert needs to go back home right a way, something about work. My car is at home and I rode with them. I guess I need to leave."

"No, I can drive you home ... if you want to stay."

"Sis, Matt will drive me home." She listens. "Yes, yes, I'll be just fine. I'll call you in a few days. Bye." She folds the phone and drops it on the pile of clothes. "There."

"Uh, it's only Thursday morning. Would you be interested in spending a little time at my place? It is probably a lot warmer. I could drive you back on Sunday."

She throws her arms around me and kisses me deeply for a long moment before breaking away. "I can't think of a nicer way to spend the next few days." The kiss resumes as she pushes me down on the bed again and lets me enter her.

-

Compared to the weather at the ski lodge, it is positively balmy at my home on Lake Monroe. I wear khaki shorts and a dark green polo shirt. Leslie is wearing a short khaki skirt and a long sleeve black t-shirt that clings nicely to her. She leans back against the railing on the deck with her elbows resting on the wood. The single long leg ends in a barefoot and the crutches are over by the table and chairs close to the French doors.

"A little bit of heaven you have here Matt," she says as she shifts her body slightly and lets one hand drop along side her.

"It was just nice before." I turn and look at her rather than the lake. "Now it's fantastic."

"What changed?"

"You're standing there." I smile then finish turning so I'm facing the house.

"I hope you're just trying to get in my panties." She chuckles. "I've never felt so sexual around anyone. Oh, I've wanted to. God, I love sex."

I drag my hand over my crotch a few times trying to smooth the erection so it doesn't poke straight out.

"How'd you manage to find this place?"

"I built it so I could have some privacy for my writing. I publish under the name Max Winfield."

"Oh my god, that's you." She holds her hand over her chest. "Irving Johnson is my favorite fictional lawyer. I've read everyone of your books."

"Thanks. Only a few people know Max and I are the same person so keep it to yourself."

"I will. Wow. I'm flattered that you'd want to know me. I bet all the women line up for you."

"Hardly. Maybe if they knew who I was, there'd be a short line." I laugh. "So, three years ago I bought the land and built the house. I have a writing studio over there." I point to the opposite end of the house from the master suite. "So far, there are no neighbors on this finger of the lake."

"And all I had to do was amputate a leg to meet you. Seems like a small sacrifice." She laughs and lifts the skirt to rub her stump. "What got you interesting in one-legged women?"

"Ah, I knew one day I'd have a chance to meet you, so I had to...."

"Matt, you're a good bull-shitter." She chuckles and takes a single hop to stand closer. Her hands surround my waist as she presses her chest against me. Her lips suck on mine as her hands move over my hips. She pauses from the kiss long enough to whisper, "We shouldn't waist that erection."

"What erection?" I tease. "If we were together all the time, how often would you want to do something?"

"Something ... like fuck?" She rubs the front of her skirt against my pants in a suggestive manner. "For the first hundred years, maybe a few dozen times a day. Then we could taper down after that."

"Darling, you say the sweetest things."

"I love the way your cock feels in my mouth, and you do some amazing things to my pussy."

She leans in and resumes the kiss while pulling my hand over her stump. There are soft sounds coming from her mouth as her tongue explores. Her skirt grinds against me a few times then she shoves my fingers under the front of her thong.

"Speaking of pussy...." She snickers. "Maybe we should stick your cock in my cunt for a while." She snickers again as she rubs my fingertips though the wet swamp of her opening.

I pull her skirt up to her waist and push against the waistband of the thong until it falls along her thigh. The pussy, the stump - all in full view - begs me to do more. Instead, I simply finger her slit and look.

"I can't image anything lovelier," I whisper.

She falls back against the railing for support and my hand follows, still fingering. A gasp, another, then soft moans drain from her mouth opened slightly.

"Is that all...?" she quizzes.

"For now, I just want to lightly finger you into an orgasm."

"Ah-h, ah, oh-h" she roars in bliss as her head leans back a little.

My fingertips stroll up and down between the folds of pink skin, occasionally taking a trip around the begging bud of her clit.

"Ah-h," she roars again. "I'm about to rape you ... here ... on the deck." She groans in short punctuated pieces. She thrusts against my hand in a vain attempt to push my fingers inside her. "Don't be mean," she begs as she sucks her lower lip into her mouth. "Oh-h, yeah-h," she drawls for a long moment. "You're mean, but oh so-o good." She snickers, and then bites her lip again. Her pussy follows my fingers as her breathing deepens. Oh-h, oh, yes, yes," she groans in a tone that mirrors her breathing. "Damn-n, I didn't think it'd happen." My fingertips continue playing in the wetness without going deep. Her head rocks forward and she grimaces. "Yeah-h baby-y," she drawls slowly as the waves gently wash over her.

"Let's try out the bedroom for a while before dinner," I suggest as I finally let the skirt fall.

"Honey, that was so hot. Where'd you learn that?"

"I read it in a book." I laugh and walk towards the door, listening to her foot as it makes contact with the deck as she hops behind me. I take her crutches and hold them away from her then smile.

"Such a tease. I could hop all the way if you make me."

I hand them to her. "I just like to see your breasts sway."

She grabs them in one hand and swats my bottom playfully. "If you had one leg and hopped, I could watch your dick flop." She puts the crutches under her arms and kisses me deeply.

I walk across the large bedroom and open the French doors onto the deck letting a soft breeze fill the room. When I turn back, Leslie lays undressed and sprawled across the king-sized bed. Her fingertips hold open the places I'd played.

"What now?" she begs.

I slowly undress in a playful striptease for her. My erection falls into view at the end and I stroke it suggestively.

"Maybe something with this," I say.

"Bring it on over." She snickers as she sits and pats the bed. "I won't make you stand the whole time ... like someone did me."

"You loved it too." I sit beside her.

"Actually, yeah. It was much nicer than I'd expected. Now just lie back and let me enjoy this fine specimen of a cock."

I do as requested and she kisses the piss hole while fondling my ball sack.

"Yeah," I whisper.

"Shush," she insists, the warm breath of the word blowing over my cock, as she resumes kissing the head.

-

Friday morning, we park on the street in front of Dottie's Cafe, a local hangout for people working in downtown Monroe. I had suggested it would be a chance for Leslie to see the town. By the time I make it around the car to open the door for her, she has the crutches out and under her arms.

"Thanks for wanting to be a gentleman," she says, leaving a big smile on her face.

I hurry and make it to the cafe door before her and hold it open as she makes her way inside wearing the same short skirt and shirt from yesterday afternoon. Most of the men turn to look and as they see her become more visible, necks crane for a better look. Many faces have smiles as the heads return to a normal position.

"Hey Matt, who's the lovely babe?" Dottie says as she picks up two menus. The chubby woman wipes her hand on the stained green and white dress as she continues to look at Leslie. "Honey, if he isn't nice to ya, call me and I beat his ass." She chuckles.

"Dottie, this is Leslie," I say. I look towards Leslie and say, "Dottie's a sweetheart. She keeps me fed most mornings."

"Should I show you to the Matt Mathews booth?" Dottie laughs and walks towards an empty booth.

"Do you have your own booth?" Leslie asks in mock fascination.

"Nah. It's which ever one is empty." I laugh.

"Coffee?" Dottie asks as Leslie stows her crutches and slides across the seat of the booth. I nod and hold two fingers up as I sit on the other seat across from Leslie.

"I had a nice morning," she whispers, taking my hand in hers.

"That's an understatement," I whisper in reply. "I'm looking forward to many more just like that."

"Hmmm," she hums as her finger slides down the menu. "I like the sound of that. So, what do you order?"

"Number three, the two eggs and pancakes. Sometimes I get a little crazy and have the number four which adds bacon."

"Let's get the number four today. Someone made me very hungry this morning." She looks up to find Dottie holding a pad and a pen tapping against the edge.

"Sounds like a good start to the day. How'd you like those eggs?"

"Scrambled," Leslie says and I nod in agreement.

"Hey Matt," the old-timer with a yellow CAT baseball says, tipping the hat by the brim. "You've got a cutie there."

"Leslie, this is Jake. I think he was here before the town."

"Not that old," he groans. "Nice to meet such a pretty lady. Hold onto her, now." We watch him carry his check to the front of the cafe and wait for Dottie.

"Is everyone that nice to you?"

"Ah, it's a friendly town." I grin. "You'll get to know everyone soon enough."

"Are you sure this is what you want?"

"So far. How about you?"

"God-d, it still feels like a dream."

Dottie slides the plates across the table then grabs the pot and refills our cups before leaving.

"Like I said, it's a dream. We shouldn't rush."

"Are you getting a cold foot?" I snicker.

I feel her barefoot rubbing my lower leg. "Good one mister. I like your sense of humor." She rubs a few more times, as she shakes salt and pepper on the eggs. "No, no I'm not. I just don't want to believe all this great physical stuff will...."

"It won't go away," I say, as I cut her off.

"You know how the heat of the first few times is so wonderfully intense."

"What about a few dozen times for a hundred years?"




Ski Lodge



"Do you think we'll still be like bunnies in a year?"

"I sure hope so in a hundred years. Listen, I want you to move here when you are ready ... not before."

"Ah-h," she stammers, then eats a few bites of egg.

"You said you rent, so you probably have a lease to get out of ... plus you need to give notice at work."

"Yeah, right. It's what I want."

"Baby, I knew by the time we had that first dinner."

"Really ... why?"

I push the empty plate that had the eggs on it away and move the plate of pancakes in front of me then sip some coffee.

"'Cause you're my dream woman."

She chuckles. "Yeah, I 'get' that. Geez, your lips been all over that part of me." She chuckles again. "And I like your body too."

"Hey, we have great conversations and our personalities match nicely."

"I know. I've told myself the same things a million times since I met you. From the time at the bar, I've had trouble controlling my emotions."

-

We stroll along the lightly traveled sidewalks of downtown Monroe, stopping to gaze into store windows here and there. People give Leslie a few extra looks and some offer a passing remark.

"Any ideas where I could work?"

"I know a few people with offices. I could ask around. You know, there's no rush to find a new job if you're living with me."

"Oh?"

"Silly, it's not like I need you to contribute to the household expenses."

"I don't want to be a 'burden'."

"Hardly."

"Hey Matt," Jim says as he approaches us. "Who's the lovely woman?"

"Jim, this is Leslie." I look towards her. "He works in the accounting office that handles some of my business."

"Yeah, I'm not lucky enough to actually to be the 'one'." He chuckles and he studies her appearance. "I hope you and Matt are going to be hooking up. If you are, you should meet my wife. She's missing a leg."

"Really? I didn't know," I say.

"Uh-huh, less than a year ago now. What line of work are you in?"

She looks at me then at him. "I do general office work. We're talking about me moving here and if so, where I'll work."

"Say," he starts as he pats her arm. "Did you know we're looking for someone to answer phones and help with filing? Maybe you should stop by and talk to someone."

"There're in the next block," I tell her. "Listen, maybe it would be nice to have dinner ... the four of us, you know, since...."

"I'd like that and I know Eva would too. She's always on the look out for other women missing legs. Not any in Monroe, that's for sure." He laughs. "Gee, now we just doubled the number." He laughs again.

"Could we?" Leslie asks as she looks at me. "I'd like that."

"Sure. Either tonight or tomorrow, would be good. Sunday...."

"Yeah, Sunday. He's driving me home. I'll be back."

"Talk to them at the office today and I bet they'd make you an offer you couldn't turn down. Let me call Eva. Just a second." 

He pulls a phone out of his pocket and dials. "Darling ... yeah, I love you too. Say, I just bumped into Matt Mathews and he has the loveliest woman on his arm. ... Yeah. She's missing her left leg. ... Yeah. ... Yeah. She suggested we all have dinner. ... Yeah. Tonight, that's what they suggested. Great, six at Marko's ... see ya." He closes the phone.

"She excited. You heard, six at Marko's."

"That's just as we came into town," I tell her.

"I remember the sign. About the office, I'm not dressed for an interview."

"Hey, come with me," Jim says. "I'm going there now and I'll set it all up. Don't worry. Doris loves Eva, so she'll be ga-ga over you." He chuckles. "Especially with that skirt." He chuckles again.

We follow behind Jim and I often glance at her walking with her crutches.

"Is Doris a devotee?" I whisper to her.

"That'd be weird. Actually, I was wondering if Eva had her leg off the way I did."

"That crossed my mind too. Dinner could be interesting."

"Yeah, living here could be interesting." She laughs.

"What's up back there?" Jim teases.

Jim holds the door to the office open for us then he follows us inside. "Follow me," he says with a wave of a hand.

We stop at an office door as he steps inside where an older woman is typing at a computer.

"Doris, are you still looking for some help?" he asks.

She nods as she swivels the office chair and spots Leslie. He provides the introductions for both of us. She stands and a huge grin covers her face. "I'm Doris, the office manager. I see you're like Eva. I assume Jim mentioned Eva."

"Yes. We're going to meet her later," Leslie replies as she takes a step into the office and Jim steps out with me.

"Good, good. We can make this easy. Have a seat." She points at a chair near the desk and Leslie sits there while Doris sits in the office chair she had been in. "I need someone, the hours are flexible, to answer the phones, do some light filing, and some word processing. Does that interest you?"

"Yes ma'am. That is what I am doing now, up in Conway. I'm going to move here."

"Great ... to be with Matt?"

"Yes."

"I'm sure you'll be as happy as Eva is with Jim. So ... the pay is twenty an hour and I can promise at least thirty hours a week. When can you start?"

"There must be something more to the interview."

"Nope. If you want the job, it is yours."

"Great, I'll take it." She laughs. "I need to give notice and deal with my apartment...."

Before she finishes, I step in front of Jim, nearly inside the small office. "I'm sure we can expedite things. Will a week from this Monday be okay?"

Doris nods and shakes Leslie's hand. "Welcome. I hope things work out for you and Matt." She looks up at me from her chair. "You take good care of this lovely woman. She's special."

We follow Jim back out to the sidewalk and away from the door. "Eva is a dear friend of Doris. We can talk more tonight."

"Wow. I can't thank you enough," Leslie tells him then gives him a big hug.

"She gave you a good deal on the salary. I believe it was officially more like fourteen. Just take it as a nice gift from her."

"I can't wait to meet Eva," Leslie says. "We'll see you at six."

Jim walks back into the office and we walk towards the car. Leslie laughs occasionally as we pass a few stores.

"Can you believe any of that?" she says.

"Well, it seems you have a job paying more than expected with a boss who may have an interest in amputees. Yup, tonight might be a little strange."

She stops and grabs my arm. I take a step back and face her. Her arms encircle my waist lightly as she looks into my face for a long moment before deeply kissing me.

"Matt, did you know I love you?" She snickers then kisses me again.

-

I awake with her pussy near my face still draining our mixture of juices and the thigh to one side of my face. Her hand still holds my cock. I reach up and massage the legless him gently until she wakes.

"What?" she mumbles.

"We need to get ready to leave for dinner soon."

"Oh-h, did we fuck ourselves to sleep?"

"Uh-huh." I playfully slap her hip. "Get up."

"No, I thought you were going to get your cock up again." She laughs and remains in the same place.

"Ha, ha. I promise I will when we get back home."

She takes my semi-flaccid cock in her mouth and sucks a few times then says, "Damn fine cock Mr. Mathews. Damn fine." She finally rolls off then stands with one hand jammed against her waist.

"Shower time, babe," she tells me.

I get the warm water flowing and I feel her leaning against me, her lips nuzzling my neck, and her hand rubbing my stomach.

"I can't wait to wear my new dress. I hope it's not too risque to meet them."

"Doll, you'll spin some heads with that one. Geez, I might not be able to control myself the way that sucker plunges down the front."

I step in as she leans the crutches against the wall, and then takes a soft hop into the shower while holding my hand.

-

I pull on my dark blazer jacket as I watch Leslie adjust her crutches two inches to match the heal height on her black shoe. She stands and models the black dress that we bought on the way home early this afternoon. The tight fitting front dips low leaving the cleavage bare and the hem is mid-thigh.

"People will be fawning over you tonight," I say, adjusting the waistband of my khaki trousers and re-tucking my black polo shirt.

"Hmmm, I was just thinking the same about you sweetheart. We might just have to come home early and get naked." She laughs as she stands and makes sure the crutches are the correct length. She takes a few steps and holds both hands out to the side. "Ta da-a."

"Geez, I thought you were beautiful that first time at the bar, but...." I pull her close and give her a welcoming kiss.

"Should I put on some lipstick?"

"What, and hide those wonderful lips? Nah, you're too perfect now." I smile and step back to take in her appearance. "A ten plus for sure."

-

We arrive at the restaurant before Jim and Eva. The host shows us to a table and we sit next to each other on one side of the table.

"A scotch for her and a whiskey for me," I say. He nods then leaves.

"Things are falling into place," she says as she holds my hand and gazes into my eyes. She smiles then whispers in my ear, "You make it all so nice."

"Thanks," I begin. "I've dreamed of having you in my life since long before this week. I just glad it is happening now."

"Me too."

I happen to look towards the front of the restaurant and see them walking towards the table. Leslie sees me looking and she looks. Eva, like Jim, is older than we are. She is a little shorter than he is. She's wear a conservatively cut dress that shows little about what is under it, such as how much of her right leg is missing.

I stand and greet them and introductions are made as they sit, he across from me. I study her face now that she is closer and find her attractive, but nothing like Leslie's beauty.

"So nice to meet both of you. Jim couldn't stop talking about bumping into you this morning." She looks at Leslie. "He said Doris found you a job."

"Yes. I'm moving here and the timing is perfect."

"Where from?"

"Conway, just north about four hours."

"Oh, nice." She smiles, but reveals nothing about where she might have lived in the past. "I met Jim through Doris. I'd corresponded for awhile with her and visited a few times."

"Strangest thing," Jim started. "One day I was in her office and she had a picture of Eva on her desk. I asked who it was. She asked if I'd ever dated someone with one leg. Thought I'd bust my zipper right there in front of her. Over the next week, I talked to Eva on the phone a few times and the rest, as they say, is history."

"So, do you have a 'thing' for women like us?" Leslie asks casually.

"Uh-huh, big time," Jim whispers as he nods before realizing the waitress is standing by the table with a big smile as though she has overheard much of the conversation. She places our drinks on the table and as the redness in his face fades, he orders drinks for them. After letting us know she will return for our orders, she leaves.

"Whoa," he groans.

"Honey, don't be embarrassed," Eva tells him. She looks at Leslie for a moment. "I do love being this way, but he seems ashamed he finds me so sexy because I have one leg." She looks at me. "How about you Matt?"

"I haven't gone around announcing that I prefer someone like Leslie, but I won't hide my excitement for anything about her. We're having a wonderful time together."

"Good," Eva says as she looks back at Leslie. "I left a little thigh, a few inches." She makes it sound like speaking of dress hem length or the length of curtains. "How about you?" She pauses. "Excuse me, I hope I'm not shocking you in some way. I don't even know how come you lost your leg."

Their drinks arrive and we take turns ordering our meals. The woman makes no obvious remark about our conversation. She leaves.

"It's at the hip," Leslie replies without explanation about how it happened. "I think it looks nice. He does too." She smiles in my direction. "We met up at the ski lodge and hit it off quickly. It's handy having one leg, separates the men from the boys, so to speak."

I hold my glass up and everyone takes turns clinking the glasses together.

"Here's to new friends," I say in toast, my glass still in the air.

We all sip for a moment and look at each other.

"I guess I hadn't considered there might be others so close by that shared this 'interest'," Jim says as he continues to hold his glass just off the table. "I was surprised about Doris. She was the first I'd met in person."

"Is Doris a devotee?" Leslie asks.

"Uh-huh," Eva says. "I shouldn't reveal any secrets, but I think she might want to be an amputee."

"Really?" I say in mild surprise.

"It's how we first started corresponding," Eva says. "I had posted something on an Internet group about my interests. She sent me a private message and we continued writing."

"So you 'wanted' to have one leg." Leslie says in a tone that implies nothing.

"Sure. All my life ... don't know why. I just rolled along with my feelings and never looked back after it was off. It was probably the best thing I ever did for myself."

The waitress and an assistant put plates in front of us one at a time then asks if we would like more drinks. I suggest glasses of Merlot for Leslie and me. Eva agrees and indicates Jim would like the same.

"Nice evening," I say without mentioning why. I glance at Leslie and smile before looking back at my food. I reach under the table and rest my hand on her thigh. My finger rubs her thong. I hear a mild sigh and resume just holding her thigh.

"How'd you decide about your stump ... you know, which leg and how much to leave?" Leslie asks as she takes a bite and watches Eva over the empty fork hovering just in front of her mouth for a moment. She slips the shoe off and strokes my lower leg with the barefoot. She leans and whispers in my ear that we are playing with fire and I must wait a while longer. The foot moves away from my leg and it is my turn to sigh.

"I'd always considered the right one and I wanted a short stump." Eva chuckles. "It seems everyone has a firm idea of what their body image is. Some a different gender, some a missing limb."

"Oh-h," Leslie says as if surprised. "Makes sense."

"Is it something either of you have considered?" Jim asks as he glances at each of us in turn.

"Some, but not really," I say. My hand continues to rest on Leslie's thigh for a moment longer than takes the fork again. "If I lost a leg, I wouldn't feel bad about it. Knowing Leslie has helped me see it's not a big deal."

"I'm happy being this way ... makes me standout," Leslie says as she pushes her empty plate away a few inches. "That was great."

She sips her wine several times before putting the glass down.

"Do you ever think about missing both legs?" Leslie asks Eva.

"Once in a while, I do. I have a wheelchair that I use sometimes."

"How strong are those feelings?" I ask as I finish the last bite.

"Nothing like it was for my right leg," Eva replies.

"Wow, I love the legless look," Jim whispers.

"I didn't know that sweetheart," Eva says as she wipes her lips with the cloth napkin.

The waitress holds the folder with the bill and asks if anyone would like dessert. Heads shake as napkins dab at lips and I hand her a credit card.

"We must have you over to the house when you get settled," Jim says.

"We'd like that," Leslie says.

-

Leslie's pussy consumes my erection as she pecks my lips. Her nipples kiss mine as her chest rubs along me with each stroke of wetness along my shaft.

"Would you want to be legless?" she asks between kisses.

"Hmmm, like missing one leg, it is something I've considered ... mostly in my fantasies though."

"You'd look nice in a wheelchair."

We say nothing more as she roughly pushes me onto my back and begins ridding me in crazed passion.

"Oh god-d, oh god-d," she soon begins yelling. "I love the way you fill me." She bounces off my thighs and races to the top of my shaft, ready to rapidly fall back along. Her mouth dangles open. I hold the legless hip and fondle. "Oh yes-s, yes-s," she repeats in a low deep voice as the orgasm catches up with her.

She continues long after her climax until I begin filling her cunt with more than my cock. I groan with each showering spasm blasting my come.

"Was it just me, or was that great?" she quizzes as she continues riding me at a much slower place.

"Honey, I've lost my ability to score." I snicker. "You are so far off my pleasure scale."

"You too." She falls on my chest and I slip out. "Did you know about Doris?" She sucks my lower lip between hers for a few moments.

"I actually don't know anyone there other than just to say hello. It's interesting though to learn about her ... and about Jim. I wonder if he and Eva will last."

"Why not?" She asks.

"I don't know. They just gave off some strange vibes. He seems more into legless women and I doubt she'll get rid of the other leg."

"Maybe Doris will become legless and he'll run off with her," she quips then looks at me in silence for a moment. "I almost got the feeling he was a player, just out to score a stump," she says with a frown. "Not at all like you."

-

The morning light filters around the curtains and Leslie's head rests on my shoulder. I let my mind replay all that has happened since we met and enjoy it all. I would change nothing, even if I could. Meeting Eva last night was interesting, but she is a distant second to Leslie.

"Morning," Leslie hoarsely says as she first moves.

"Looks like another nice day."

"Not until we fuck a while." She snickers and reaches between my legs to find a waiting erection. "There's my joy." Her hand jacks my cock a few times.

"We could have a bowel of slips by the bed indicating what sex acts to perform." I laugh.

"Or you could just eat me," she teases as she changes positions next to me then lets me slip deep into her mouth.

"Again?" I tease.

She reaches back and slaps my head without releasing my cock.

-

"You're back," Dottie quips as she grabs the menus from a stack.

"Yeah, we need to go out of town for a few days. We need one last good breakfast until we get back." I laugh and slide across the seat of the booth.

"I hope he's not ditching you," she teases looking at Leslie.

"No, no. We need to go up where I live and settle some things so I can move here. You know, packing, quitting my job, all the usual shit."

"I heard a rumor you'll be working with Doris at the accounting place. It's a small town." She laughs. "The same as yesterday?"

"Yeah," I say and hand her the unopened menus and we hear her yell the order to the cook.

"I wonder what they'll say at work tomorrow?" Leslie asks.

"It'd be nice if they just say 'goodbye'." I laugh.

"The apartment complex has a one month penalty for breaking the lease."

"I've got my checkbook. That's no problem. Do you have much to move?"

"Most of it I can toss. There's some furniture I can sell or give away."

"We can get a mover to ship the stuff you want to keep."

She reaches over and holds my hand. "Thanks for all you're doing."

"Hey, we are 'both' enjoying each other." I grin. "This morning ... wow."

Dottie slides the plates across the table and refills the coffee cups. "Is this dude good in bed?" she teases.

"The best," Leslie replies. "Olympic quality."

"Good for you honey. Maybe if I had one leg, I could land a good man like him." She walks away.

-

As the town fades behind us and the roadside becomes forest, Leslie unzips her jeans and slips them off her stump. Her hand fondles and massages the rounded hip with loving care. The black thong hides her mound in a teasing manner.

"Would you have wanted me to have some thigh left?"

"You mean like Eva, heavens no. I wouldn't change a thing about you. Nothing."




Ski Lodge Vacation



The ski lodge that Sandy had suggested we take our getaway to was even nicer than we both had hoped. It was spacious and beautiful, with just the right atmosphere for some romance - even if the object of my affection was my kinky baby sister.

We were just sitting around the fireplace, hearing it crack and pop, enjoying the wine, just being silly and in love. We'd just gotten in from a wonderful evening out.

Sandy and I weren't raised together. Our folks split when we were young - Sandy is 2 years older than me at 28 - and Dad took Sandy while Mom raised me. It wasn't a very amicable split, so we were raised in separate cities, and didn't see each other.

We met on a ski trip, similar to this one, and we fell, hard. By the time we found out who the other was, it was too late. We'd been fucking like bunnies - ski-bunnies, Sandy kidded me - for months.

Sandy was the best lover I'd ever had, and she told me the same thing. She'd had lots of cocks and more than a few pussies in her bed -- but baby brother ignited her. She moan underneath my pounding cock and beg for more. I always gave it to her and indulged all her kinky fantasies. I even shared her with my best friend, even though seeing her fuck another guy tore me up inside. It was then I realized I loved her. 

On the contrary, Sandy loved watching me fuck other women. She shared me with her roommate Lana on many occasions, Lana being the only one privy to our relationship. Then she and Sandy would put on a lesbian show that would put any porno movie to shame. It always got me ready for another round or two.

When we figured out we were in love, we just went for it and moved in together. This trip was a "Honeymoon" of sorts. 

I took Sandy out dancing the first night, to a local dance club. She was the most beautiful woman there, no question. With her brown eyes and killer body, she was dressed to kill. She wore this scandalously short black mini ( one of my "wedding" presents ), the thong she liked, killer thigh-high, "Fuck Me" boots and the lacy black cami top she'd worn our first night together. Everyone wanted her, but she was mine. Her auburn hair reached mid-way down her back and swayed with her every movement on the dance floor. Her tanned skin, so much like our Mother's, glistened a little under the lights. 

We spent the whole night, kissing, dancing and talking. I still remember the first thing I fell in love with about her - that voice of hers. It's soft, melodious, kittenish - like a little girl's. Her voice never fails to make my heart beat a little faster.

Our passion was consummated on a night like this, our third date. It wasn't planned, it just happened. It felt so right, so damned good. We complimented each other so well in bed. Sandy is the most adventurous, wild, kinky lover I've ever known. She says the same about me and says my cock is the only one for her now.

We found out about each other by bits and pieces and then we did some checking. Sandy bawled like a baby when we confirmed everything. I just put my hand under her chin, held her face to mine and kissed her.

We went to bed, fucked each other lovingly and I told her it didn't matter. She was my woman, my fucktoy and my lover. I wasn't going to stop screwing her and she damned well wasn't going to stop fucking me either.

She cried again, but these were happy tears. We've got a cover story for the folks, but heck, you want to know the smutty stuff, right?

Sandy loves it when I get nasty. 

So, here we are at the Ski Lodge. I am not much of a skier, but I give it my best. Sandy's a natural on the slopes, but she kept me company tobogganing and doing other stuff. She's a great partner.

We came off the dance floor, I looked across the table at her and said, "Have I told you tonight how beautiful you are?"

She returned my smile. "Yes, but I don't mind hearing it again." She leaned across the table, her eyes flickering from the candle on the table. "So tell me darling, what is it you have planned for the rest of the evening?"

I put a finger to her soft lips and said, "Now, that would be telling." Sandy hates it when I get mysterious.

She pouted at me. "You drive me crazy, you know that?"

"Isn't that the general idea? Drive you crazy, make you wonder what I am going to do to you? I bet that little thong is just soaked right now, wondering what fucking hot thing I have planned for my little fuckslut!" 

She leaned across the table and gave me a passionate kiss that left no doubt that my assumption had been correct. Then she took my hand, slid it under her mini and let me feel her pussy. Soaked.

I took my fingers and licked them clean. "Slut," I intoned. She stuck out her tongue.

It was now Sandy's turn to tease me. "Brett, I bet your big cock is rock-hard right this minute, thinking of fucking my tight, hot, wet pussy! It wants to fuck me, be inside of me! I know it does!" To illustrate her point, Sandy took her hand and gently stroked the inside of my pant leg, causing my now-stiff prick to jump inside of my pants. "Thought so!" she said.

"You know Sandy," I said with a leer, " I was just thinking of what great head you give. I could really go for one of your great blowjobs, right now! Sis, I am almost ready to burst.." sometimes if I call her Sis when talking like this, she gets ultra-wet "... it feels like my cock is ready to explode!"

"Brett honey, people might see us!" Sandy teased back. I knew she didn't care.

I laughed with her and winked. We were in a darkened corner and my big sis is an exhibitionist anyway. She'd paid for college by posing nude for "Art" photos, so she wasn't scared of much. 

"Sandy, sis, I can't wait to get your hot little mouth around my cock again. Just to prove that I am an equal-opportunity fucker, I'll go down on your hot little snatch until I make you scream!" Sandy raised an eyebrow and downed her drink.

We headed back to our cabin. I think I would have jumped her at the club had I drank any more. I didn't want anything to spoil the special evening I had planned for my special lady.

We kissed with passion as we reached the door of our cabin. "So, tell me, sister-wife, how do you want me to fuck you tonight? Long and slow? Or fast and hard? How do you want it?"

"Often!" she giggled in response.

I knew that Sandy was going to get her wish. I hadn't been this hot to fuck her for months and Sandy's teasing behavior was getting to me, big time. My dick was doing a major mambo in my pants. I scanned my baby's scrumptious bod, looking at the nipples that peeked through her cami. I tried to maintain self-control and tried to think of football scores, Algebra, anything to keep me from moving to fast. It wasn't working.

My sexy sis was going to get the stuffing fucked out of her. And if we both had our way, it would be soon! But we needed to calm down, to make sure it lasted and was great. So here we were, sitting by the fire, making out like a couple of kids. She was running her fingers through my hair, she always thought that it was cute that I was so fair, like Dad.

I looked into those gorgeous Bambi-brown eyes of hers that attracted me from the very first. Her eyes met my own green eyes and our lust was obviously mirrored. She stared at the visible bulge in my pants.

"Do you have any idea how horny you were making me back there?" I asked her. "I thought the waitress was going to have a coronary, watching you tease me like that."

Sandy giggled, with that laugh I adored. My thoughts grew even more lascivious and the bulge in my pants increased noticeably. "Wait here, angel."

I went into the bedroom to prepare Sandy's surprise. Hey guys, a small tidbit of information for all of you --- spoil your lady. Being in love can bring out the best in you. It did in me. When I emerged from the bedroom, Sandy licked her lips and said "Fast and hard?"

I walked towards my Sandy and picked her up in my arms, carrying her naked, squirming body to the bedroom. "Oh, yeah..." I said, smiling.

I think both our hearts were beating faster, I know mine sure was. The time for teasing was over, now it was time to get down to business. "Well darling, we sure picked a nice cabin. I wanted this week to be perfect for us!"

Sandy smiled back at me. "I love the cabin, especially the king-sized bed. Heck, it's big here and we even got a fireplace!"

In the bedroom, I'd lit another fire and the glow was very sensual and romantic. I'd chilled a bottle of champagne and placed two glasses near the side of the bed. A dozen roses were placed in a nearby vase.

Sandy smiled lovingly at me, her eyes adoring. I took her into my arms and kissed her with all the passion I could summon, which was considerable. I put my hands on the cheeks of her delightfully-rounded ass and pulled her to me, letting her feel the bulge my cock was making in my pants. Our lips were fused together in passion. Our tongues swam together. I ran my fingers through her beautiful auburn locks, so full and sexy, down to just above her butt. She gasped as I ran my fingers along her stocking-clad thighs and into the thong, caressing the lips of her pussy.

Sandy cooed with delight. "I never get tired of you!"

Doing a little mock strip, Sandy peeled off the boots and clothes that remained until only the stockings and thong remained. "Like?" she said as she pirouetted around me. I nodded and Sandy leaned in for a kiss. "Your turn."

I unbuttoned my shirt, feeling her hands trail across my chest, teasingly. Sandy rained little delicate kisses all over my chest and nipples, causing me to moan audibly. I slipped my hand between her thighs, stroking her moist pussy. "I've been wet for hours baby, thinking of this, fucking my man!" she purred.

Sandy thrust hard against my invading fingers and I felt them slide into her dripping snatch. As I stroked her, I could hear the squishing sound of my fingers inside her. She was so hot - murmuring nasty words, for me to "Fuck me, fuck your slutty wife, your slutty sister, fuck me Brett!" - that it made me scalding-hot as well. Good. I wanted us both to be crazy with lust. In the flickering glow from the fireplace, she was stunning, she took my breath away.

Sandy told me in a husky voice that she was close to cumming and she didn't want to cum just yet, so I stopped what I was doing. We both like long, drawn-out sex sessions and were determined to make this one fabulous. Sandy was sitting on the bed, her eyes staring at my crotch. She reached out and slowly, but firmly, took hold of my throbbing cock. It did a little jump and Sandy muttered "He remembers me." My hard cock in her hand, Sandy looked at me with that lusty smile that had made me throw caution to the wind and propose we live in incestuous sin. She closed her hand around my cock and began stroking it softly. I let out a large, encouraging grin which let Sandy know she was doing a good job.

Sandy went down on her knees, the bed creaking slowly with our combined weight. One of the things I do have over my sexy older sis is height - she is an adorable little thing, but her "baby" brother is over 6' tall. Sandy says she got the looks, I got the big cock and the height.

Sandy flicked her tongue over the head of my cock, capturing a small bead of pre-cum. I groaned again and thrust my body forward so she could have more of my swollen tool to play with. Sandy's hand was still stroking my rod and she was using the other hand to caress my cum-filled balls.

"Sandy, angel ... " I groaned to my lover, " ... suck me baby. Suck my hard cock!"

Sandy's lips closed around the head of my cock and she sucked on it intensely. "Ohhh, Brett, my darling man, you taste so good!" she cooed as she sucked me diligently. I held her shoulders as I moved back and forth, face-fucking my lover. She worked her tongue up and down, around and around, tasting and teasing every inch of my stiff rod. I matched her pace, moving faster and faster. I realized the situation was getting out of control and we had both planned on making this an all-nighter.

Sandy squeezed the base of my cock and slid her mouth towards the tip. She flicked her tongue over the tip a few times, then sat up. I was breathing heavily and my heart was going a mile a minute. I slid my hands into her dripping snatch, my cock was pressed hard against her stomach. "I can't wait much longer to feel your cock inside of me lover!" she purred aggressively. I put my hands on her ass and lifted her over my prick, her dripping cunt ready to engulf my cock. My cock nudged against Sandy's clit, making her moan with pleasure. I entered her slowly, not ramming hard but just nudging inside of her. Then I filled her with my shaft, until I was balls-deep inside of her pussy. We barely moved for a few minutes, looking deep into each other's eyes. 

Sandy's pussy twitched pleasantly around my tool and I kissed her deeply, passionately. My tongue slid across her lips and into her mouth, with a promise of the intense fuck she was about to receive.

Sandy kissed me back, slowly, we weren't in a hurry. Her kiss was worth waiting for. I put my hands on her buttocks and began to move, as did she - slowly & teasingly, almost not at all. I was hard as hell at this moment, yet I began to just ease in and out of her cunt, my cockhead rubbing against her clit. I knew that was Sandy's G-spot. She clenched here hands in tiny little baby fists, her eyes closed, she began breathing faster. I began to fuck her again, again and again, increasing the pace. Then I'd slow it again.

"Brett, you teasing bastard!" she hissed through her teeth. "Godd, no one arouses me like you do, baby brother-husband!"

"They had better not!" I chided as I moved within her. I was enjoying the erotic stimulation of my sister-wife's hot pussy around my cock, her tight pussy muscles milking it. I stroked her clit with my fingers, manipulating it to add to her pleasure. 

I would thrust inside her hard on occasion, which caused her to groan louder. I am a man of my word, I promised her a long night of great sex.

One thing I loved about my sister, she was a very vocal lover, and very loud. "Oh Godd, fuck me, screw me, do me hard baby, yes, fuckmefuckme!!" she was babbling, encouraging me on. They likely heard us in the next cabin and were getting a great performance. Sandy was yelling "Fuck me harder, Brett, fuck me faster, oh baby!!" but I ignored her pleas. I knew if I moved much faster, fucker her any harder, it would be over too soon. I was determined to go for the duration, to make our lovemaking last. I shook my head at her and she grimaced, but she knew what I was aiming for.

"Fast and hard, but a long one angel!" I smiled at her as she nodded back. I stopped in mid-thrust and squeezed her ass, she groaned in response.

Sandy wriggled impatiently on my dick. She knew I was right, but frustration was driving her bananas. I tightened my grip on her, held her still and moved within her. She regained her self-control and I began to move again, rocking against her and re-igniting the fires. I smiled inwardly. I know my woman. It was getting to be too much for her, she wouldn't be able to hold out much longer. She was biting her lip now and the little mewls of pleasure I was hearing let me know everything was A-OK in the loving department.

"FUCK ME baby!" Sandy yelled out. "HARD, you bastard! Fuck me like you mean it! FUCK the hell out of me!"

At that point, I was ablaze. It was becoming difficult for me to keep up the pace and I slammed into her with a loud yell. Sandy's own moans and yells mingled with mine. My hands guided her buttocks as she rode my stiff dick, pacing myself to take us both to the brink. Just as I felt Sandy was about to cum, I held her in a grip so tight there was no way she could move a muscle.

I pulled out of Sandy and the look on her face told me she was pissed-off, big-time. I didn't say a word, I just flipped her over on her hands and knees. She got the idea and wiggled her cute little ass at me. We were a bit kinky and Sandy knew what I was going to do.

Her dripping pussy was exposed to my lusting eyes. I put my fingers against it and opened her pussy wide, allowing my pussy to nudge against it. Sandy rocked back against me, wanting me to fuck her doggie-style. In I went, slowly, like before. I knew Sandy wouldn't be able to wait long this time, she was squirming and grinding on my cock like a madwoman. I maintained the slow pace, but I knew that I couldn't do it for much longer. I reached for Sandy's tits, squeezing and pinching her hard, little nipples.

I sped up a bit, as in this position, I could rub harder against Sandy's G-spot. I knew neither of us could take much more of this.

"Baby ... " Sandy said, her voice low and husky " ... GIVE it to me now lover, FUCK ME and make me cum!"

I lost it. I pounded into her, gentleness had gone to lunch. The slapping of our bodies together in the bedroom was loud, our grunts and moans of pleasure were even louder. Then, we both came in a gushing wave of passion, I shuddered as I spilled my load into her and she came all over my spewing prick. Exhausted, we collapsed on the bed. I kissed Sandy's pebble-hard nipples, nuzzling her neck. She planted gentle, licking kisses on my sticky cock.

"GOD, angel ... " I panted "... I TRIED. To make it last all night, I really did try. I couldn't have lasted any longer though, you're wonderful!"

Sandy kissed me, sweet and slow. "Brett baby, look at the clock!"

I couldn't believe it. 3 hours! We kissed again, Sandy's eyes were sparkling. "Well?"

"Well what?" I responded.

"Well darling, do you want to know what I've got planned for the next round?"

I patted the bed next to me as my cock began to twitch again.