0 comments/ 18909 views/ 0 favorites Anita Ch. 01 By: rrspence2002 An Anita story: ONE PERSON'S FANTASY IS ANOTHER'S FUN July, 2008 The first meeting between Anita and Ron was an intense event. There was an immediate positive chemistry between them. It wasn't surprising then that the two of them developed that chemistry into a relationship that was intensely passionate and physical. It grew into one of humour, respect and independence, creativity and challenge, freedom and fantasy. Anita was 38 and almost three years out of a relationship that had been difficult for years before the split. She had graduated with honours from the local University and had been wooed by enough businesses before her graduation that she was convinced to establish her own business. As a result, she now had a thriving business in the area. She was also a passionate woman who's needs in that aspect of her life had not been fully satisfied for a long time. Ron was 47, and he had been living a single life for over 10 years. Fit and very active, he was a Business Professor in the same University that Anita had graduated from. His research interests were in tourism and hospitality and they took him regularly on expeditions of interest. As exciting as these trips were, he was getting tired of traveling solo. It was at one of the Chamber of Commerce Business-After-Hours gatherings that Anita introduced herself to Ron. When the "connection" back to her school days was made the chemistry happened. The conversation became witty, humourous and informative. They both loved the thrill of debate and discussion and delighted in prodding the other for clarifications. In the space of a glass of wine, the two had agreed to go for dinner as soon as the event finished. For Ron, the gathering dragged after that. He watched the clock creep towards the end at 7. At about 6:30, he noticed Anita in a conversation with another member of the group. Their eyes met. She struck a serious "can you come and rescue me?" look. As gallantly as possible, Ron joined their conversation and was introduced to Graham as one of her "good buddies in town with whom she was heading off to dinner." Excusing herself, she left for the washroom. Back in minutes, she put her arm through Ron's arm and said goodnight. "Thanks for getting me away from that creep," she explained as they headed out the door. "Your car or mine?" she asked. "I'll drive, mine's right here. Whatta ya mean by that?" Ron asked as he opened the door and watched as Anita gracefully sank to the seat and swung her legs, provocatively clad in black strap 4" high heeled sandals with 1" platforms, into the car. "Well that's Graham and he's been coming on to me for ages. I just get a nasty vibe from him and besides, I sorta thought it was time you and I escaped and got to know each other a bit better," she smiled. Throughout the dinner; a shared salad, some pan fried Spanish Calamari and a bottle of Coronas Viejo Blanco, the conversation was easy. The humour was great and things felt right enough for Ron to slide around the booth so that the two were soon sitting beside each other thigh to thigh. Who knows who it was that first placed a hand on the other's thigh but a delicious connection was being made under the tablecloth. "My Gawd I think you have some pretty strong legs there," Anita oozed. "And the feel of the nylon on your thighs tells me yours are pretty nice too," Ron growled It was time to move and that they did. They picked up her car and Ron followed Anita back to her place for "some wine and more conversation." It readily became apparent to the two of them that "that chemistry" became an even bigger reaction through their kisses. Both were great kissers. And the passions aroused by the kissing excited both Anita's and Ron's loins. Anita was the softest and roundest and most perfectly shaped woman that Ron had touched in years. Her breasts were perfect orbs of flesh, pert and firm and when cupped in his hands, left a perfect, round, downward, gravity in the cup of his hand. When aroused it was clear that her proportioned nipples readily rose to the occasion. Ron's gentle caressing of her sheer black blouse assured that. At the point in the evening when Anita lay back on the couch and lifted her right leg skyward into the air, stretched her hamstrings and flexed her foot while stroking her calf and thigh, Ron nearly blew a gasket. The next hour or so proved to both that they shared a physical passion for each other that was strong and intense. An evening together the next night was planned and the two parted with a passionate, deep kiss, one deep enough that Anita was able to feel it pressing and nudging through Ron's trousers into her tummy. The relationship grew very quickly. The first few times they made love were tentative but still wildly satisfying. The openness between the two was refreshing and helped in their passion. When Anita sensed that Ron derived intense pleasure from pleasuring her, she began to relax and allow Ron into previously guarded areas. Although a masterful lover of the taste of Ron's penis, Anita's past had not really prepared her for a reciprocal dose of oral loving. Within a month of their passions beginning though, she was finding heightened and here-to-fore unrealized pleasures from the teasing and tickling of Ron's tongue on and in her womanhood. And if the traditional sense of a "69" is with the man on top, she was realizing the amazing sensations when she dominated the "69" position. It had been a wonderful night of passionate love after a day spent cross-country skiing and the lovers, drying each other off after their soak in the whirlpool tub, lay on a soft duvet in front of the small stone fire place. They were talking openly about turn-ons, fantasies and pleasures. Ron's attitude on the subject of novelties in the bedroom seemed to be a willingness to try anything as long as it didn't hurt either participant. Anita also felt that playing a role in a harmless imagination, one that was arousing to her partner, ultimately led to lots of her arousal in return. It seemed that if conditions were perfect, neither of the two were averse to play acting for the other person. Anita more than Ron had discovered her joy in a partner willing to accept her simplest and strongest passionate desire; she just LOVED loving and wanted it lots. Clearly she needed a partner who also loved loving enough to want to work on raising the national average of love-making-sessions per week above that figure of two. Ron fit that bill perfectly. The rest of her imaginations were, some may say, benign, pleasure fantasies. We aren't talking about bondage or S & M or leather or rubber. No, Anita's fantasies ranged from being ravished on a kitchen counter or in a department store changing room, to being loved by a partner dressed in silk boxers and calf length socks held up by garters. She had always wanted to gently tie a partner's arms and legs to the posts of her canopy bed. She loved to be wooed in unobvious places such as a line up for a movie and she even fantasized having an orgasm while in that lineup. She was convinced the right man, whispering in her ear, touching and stroking her ever so discretely could make her have an orgasm in public and the thought of that really appealed to her. Ron was the first partner she had been with since the divorce who would even speak about these ideas let alone as openly as the two enjoyed discussing them. And it was clear that the two were feeling more and more comfortable with and around each other. Ron had always loved the image of the business woman so in a sense, Anita was already fulfilling one of Ron's fantasies. And like so many men, he was also tantalized by a woman's footwear. He adored high heels up to about 6" preferably with platform soles. That style in boots was always a winner. Anita was an incredible dresser, a trait he had noticed that very first night. She had a selection of boots and high heels in her closet and at just over 5'5", her 4"or higher heels raised her beautiful body up into a comfortable fit when the two hugged, danced or snuggled. That accentuated her legs and Ron had always loved legs. The skirt and sweater or blouse combinations she put together every day were masterful at displaying her feminine and womanly features so again her very presence was like one of Ron's favorite imaginations. He too also enjoyed love in strange places such as city parks. Fancy under garments of all kinds were fun but unless they were crotchless or open at the nipple he usually couldn't care less. He also felt aroused by a woman with her own fantasies. Open as the two were, it took some courage for Ron to eventually share his oddest fantasy. It seems that he had for years been fascinated by amputee women. He had tried to understand this fascination but in the end just accepted it as no more different than a man who was attracted to women with big breasts or women who are tall or had gorgeous legs. He concluded that his "love of legs" was better understood in the context of a "love of A leg." The corollary of that of course is that something replaces the lost leg and that is a stump, a wonderful substitute to a beautiful leg of which one still remained. It was with very few friends or partners over the years that he was able to share such a strange fantasy but when he mentioned it to Anita, she became very curious as to the fantasy's origins and implications and not in the least scornful of it. Frequently she raised the subject while the two lay spent in each others' arms. What she noticed was that when they talked of it, when she said how devastating or how horrible it would be for her to lose a leg, for example, or when she spoke of how a certain position of passion they were enjoying might be "easier with one leg," Ron increased his attentiveness. She also noticed how that attentiveness usually resulted in an increase in her own pleasure and satisfaction. So it was one Saturday night in November when the two were heading out to dinner that Anita had schemed to make this night really super daring. She had planned that the house would be filled with the aroma of a wonderful meal that she was preparing and that she would be dressed in costume as an amputee. She was gambling that Ron might just blow a fuse in his already wonderful bag of love and pleasure tricks if she physically appeared as the fantasy they had spoken of so much. She found an old pair of under arm crutches from a riding accident a few years back, an old belt in which she punched extra holes, some elastic bandages, a knee length suede A-Line skirt, a burgundy upper calf platform boot that matched a wine coloured vest over a loosely fitting silk blouse. She knew that Ron liked this look when she dressed normally so it should be extra alluring for him if she appeared in it as an amputee. A couple of minutes before 6, the front door bell rang, the door opened and Ron called out "hey I'm here." Nita had left the door open and a note on it that said, "come in, I'm just about ready." "Oh hey baby, I'm in the Den. I forgot about the note. Come on in here." Ron came round the corner to find Anita seated cross-legged on the couch, smiling at him and holding her hands toward him. " "Come pull me up lover. I want a hug before we get some wine," she purred. Ron tossed the flowers on the table, reached out for her arms and gently pulled her upright and into his chest. They kissed and he was instantly aware of a pressure in his loins much as if Anita was folding her thigh up into his crotch. He also noticed how she seemed to be hopping a bit and seemed just a little weavy on her feet. The kiss ended. Placing his arms on her shoulders, Ron leaned back and smiled into her eyes. It was then that she distinctly hopped and Ron looked down to her feet. But it was just a foot! Only one foot dressed in one of his favorite boots. Where was the other foot? Ron suddenly realized what he was looking at. "Oh my gawd Baby, what happened? "Honey, I just couldn't tell you." Here Neeta slipped into the "play-acting role" she had conjured up for the event. "I was broadsided on my bike by a drunk driver. My lower leg was destroyed but they were able to save from my knee up. The rest was amputated and now I am one legged and so worried about still being loved by you." She hopped backwards so that Ron got the full picture. She was rewarded by a great gleam in his eyes and an obvious hard on at the top of Ron's legs. "Oh my, it seems as if you are sort of attracted to this stump of mine." Precariously, Anita leaned back on her right leg and clumsily prodded her stump at Ron's thigh. He reached down and gently cradled it in his hands. "Honey, I love you for yourself and if you've lost one of your legs then that means you must have something extra that wasn't there before your accident. That must be this wonderful sweet stump of a thigh that I am holding and cuddling and want to love. I'm so sorry that this has happened to you honey but if anything, I think this makes me love you more than before!" "Can you reach over behind the couch and get my crutches Lover? Thanks." Anita rose slightly on her leg in preparation for slipping each crutch under her arms. Surprisingly with ease, she began crutching towards the bar. "Come on big boy; let's have that glass of wine." Anita Ch. 02 An Anita Story: TWO WELL KEPT SECRETS July, 2008 Anita and Ron had enjoyed each other's company for over a year. Their relationship grew intellectually, spiritually and romantically and in the romantic department, the openness the two shared regarding needs, wants and fantasy's kept the couple forever smiling, when other couples around them seemed to go in and out of depression and elation. Both had understood each other's need to stay relatively independent in life. That was at the same time as the development of a growing relationship and dependence on the other person. Their wonderful physical relationship was ended when Ron was appointed as a Guest Lecturer at a European Business School. The two had talked a lot about going as a couple but there were several reasons, Anita's business among them, that made that idea impossible. So, Ron left at the start of the academic year and the couple resolved to maintain their interests from a distance. Although the two were separated physically, they were in regular, often twice a day, contact through any and all of the wonderful communication devices mankind has invented. But today it was a reunion. The two had spent so much time talking and sharing ideas and growing together over the past 8 months. They had also spent a lot of time word-smithing about pleasuring each other were missing so much. Ron had arrived back in town late last night and the two had agreed to meet for brunch at her place the next day. Ron was walking up the driveway with flowers, fresh baked muffins and hot coffees. He looked at the new house she had bought about 3 months after he went to Europe and thought how the last year must have been good to Anita. On the door was a note, "Heh Ron, come on in. I'm in the Studio, down the hall and to the right. " Ron opened the door on to a spacious hall that ran full length through to a view of the lake. Shutting the heavy oak door, he walked down the hall. On his right, sure enough, was a studio that looked west out over the lake. There, seated at a huge table with her sewing machine was Anita, busy creating another one of the fabric art pieces that had been making her more successful in the art world. Anita looked as delicious as the day Ron had last seen her. He walked over to her to drag her in to his arms. Anita swiveled around in her chair and reached up for Ron's open arms. Ron was suddenly smacked by a vision of Anita sitting in her chair with no legs! In fact, instead of legs, all she had were two stumps of legs, each wrapped tightly in denim jeans. Her left stump ended at about a mid-thigh spot while her right stump was below knee and draped over the chair edge and ended a couple of inches below the seat. She was an AK and a BK amputee! Ron threw his parcels to the couch and in one movement wrapped his arms around Anita and unconsciously straightened up, lifting Anita up and out of her chair. Her jeans had been folded under her stumps so they now tumbled loosely to the floor. "Oh my gawd, what haven't you been telling me? Are you OK? What happened?" He filled her ear with questions. He twisted and collapsed into a chair as he clasped his half woman tightly to his chest. In the chair, he maneuvered her torso into a position where she was literally seated in his lap. Her two stumps were spread eagled over his upper thighs and her womanhood was open and available. Anita stared deep into Ron's eyes with a look that said much. "Look what's happened to me? Remember how we used to arouse each other's senses with our pretending amputee nights? Well my dear sweetness, it is no longer pretending. This may be more than we ever played around with but now I'm a no legger let alone a one-legger!" "I know this is a huge shock to you Baby but I couldn't tell you while you were away. I didn't want you cutting your year short and hurrying home to this. What for? Getting better was, and is, MY job and there's little that you could have done to make things go faster or better. It happened just a couple of weeks after you left and I went on a road trip on my bike. To make a long story short Honey, I was in town, not wearing my leathers and I was driven off my bike. After the grinding and rasping as I skidded along the road, my legs and I were thrown onto a highway retaining wall that actually severed both my legs about at the knees. The Surgeons were able to do a neat job of tidying up what remained of my legs but that was just about where the middle of my thighs used to be. I can wear a fake leg on my right stump real easy for easier getting around but usually I use my chair over there. Will you grab it for me please? I know you and I spent so much time talking about safety on my bike and Honey, it wasn't my fault. Hell, the insurance company has already settled and believe me, I won't even have to sell another art piece in my life, let alone keep the business running to be financially secure. In fact, the business sold just last month and that also fetched me a fine pile of pennies. It's so weird my dear, I am literally half the woman that I was a year ago (thank heavens the best parts came through untouched though) and I am now rich beyond my wildest dreams. The cost of this wealth was my legs I'm afraid. It's been almost 6 months now and my concern is how you will be able to adjust to the reality of a woman and lover who has no legs, can't dance, takes twice as long as anyone else to do anything, and will now forever be the shortest person in the room. I still love you so much Ron." "Oh gawd Nita, what can I say. This is terrible for you. I am so sorry that this has happened. I can't believe that in the face of all this you were thinking of me and my feelings and whatever. I am stunned by all this but my first reaction to it all is that your lighter weight and your shorter stature hasn't taken anything away from the beautiful personality, and wisdom and smile and charm and sense of humour that was all part of the lady I last touched and held and kissed and loved. As I sit here, I swear that in all of the fantasy playing we enjoyed so much in the past, I NEVER hoped for a minute that you would actually become an amputee. And you're right, we surely never though about a double dose of stumps in our playing around. But look at you Honey; you're as beautiful as ever and I love you and I feel good about getting on with our lives together. "I love you Nita and this is a huge problem no doubt. You are still the wonderful woman that I loved then and love today and I am so happy to have you sitting here beside me, touching me and talking to me after all this time. Now that you are different physically, I can't see that being an issue. I came here tonight with something on my mind and what I have seen since getting here certainly hasn't changed that thought. I'm more convinced than ever that I want to be with you forever Anita. Will you marry me Anita? I love you so much." "Oh man, I'm going to cry. Ron, Ron, I love you, I love you, I love you and yes, I will marry you. But are YOU sure that YOU want to be with a crippled wife, a wife with half a body and who will always have problems dealing with day to day life?" Ron hugged her tightly and gave her a deep, passionate and long kiss of love. Anita rose from the kiss and struggled to a standing position on her stumps. In this position she was marginally taller than Ron and she could look down into his smiling eyes and smile back. "I've cooked our favorite dinner tonight my sweets and I am sooo looking forward to having my way with you in bed tonight. I need to show you how well my most exciting parts were spared in the accident Honey. I'm feeling my pussy getting wet already and it's been so long and it's been such a worry that you would still want to love my wet pussy the way you always did. Oh Baby, let's save dinner for later and go to the bedroom now!"