Years ago when I was single and into the dating scene, I had my fair share of dates and hookups with guys. Some dates were just a fun night out, others were all about the sex and on occasions when there was a spark, something more serious.
I remember that there were all manner of guys that I dated, from all walks of life. There were some hunks who worked in the trades and some office workers who were not so fit. I got to experience all manner of sex - some big cocks, smaller ones, quick fucks and epic sex sessions.
When I think back to those days, the guys all sort of blur into one. There were lots of nice guys, and we had some fun times, but there was nothing out of the ordinary. Except for one. One individual stands out in my memory.
We met at my work Christmas party in mid-December. The office manager had decorated the foyer and lobby as a small function space with a free bar across the reception desk. We could bring a plus-one - but I didn't have a partner at the time, so after work, I just applied some lipstick and caught the lift down to socialise.
It didn't take long until I came across Dan and we started chatting. I knew he wasn't on our payroll so my conversation danced around trying to work out whose partner he was. As it turned out, Dan was an IT supplier to our business and someone mentioned the Christmas party to him, so he just invited himself! I liked that confidence in him.
The room was crowded and noisy and after a few drinks he suggested that we go to a bar together. I agreed straight away and we shared a ride. I remember the excitement of being bundled in the back seat of the cab, feeling his thigh pressed up against mine, and drinking in his scent. That's important in a man - that they smell nice - and Dan's fragrance was so good that it made me giddy.
While we were sipping our drinks, getting tipsy and chatting about everything and nothing, the conversation turned to health. He told me that he had an issue - a physical one. But it wasn't really a disability and it didn't hold him back. It's just that he was
unusual
.
My mind raced as I tried to guess what it was but he just changed the topic. He didn't let on anything of substance, deflecting me by saying that it was really rare so I'd probably never guess.
I perceived that Dan was annoyed with my pressured questioning so I let it slide. But I applied an eagle eye, watching him for the rest of the evening, and by the end of the night I thought I'd figured it out. During our date he would shift uncomfortably on his stool and then reach down and adjust his lower leg. A prosthetic limb! I'd worked it out!
I knew that the medicos were doing amazing things with replacement limbs on vets from Afghanistan. It was true that people could live fully functional lives nowadays. He didn't even exhibit a limp when he excused himself for the loo.
We exchanged mobile numbers - pretty old school - but Dan said that he wasn't big on Apps and didn't really do social media. From then on, texting was our form of communication, apart from interludes the flesh, of course.
Closing time came fast at the bar. I knew that I was a bit woozy and thought I might get lucky, but in a gentlemanly way, Dan saw me safely to a cab. As I embraced him with a goodnight kiss, I tested my theory. My calf surreptitiously slid down alongside his, and I felt a distinct rod in his lower leg. Mystery solved! Or so I thought.
In the days following, I thought about Dan a lot. I guess I was smitten - I didn't get laid on our first encounter, and unrequited lust always leads the mind to wonder of what might come. I couldn't help but play over our conversations and my mind would return to the image of his handsome face, his eyes glistening and a kind and sexy smile never leaving his lips.
He called a few days later and we agreed to meet up at a different bar, close to my apartment. He was already seated when I arrived, reclined in a lounge chair with two cocktails already waiting on the table. I curled in next to him and the time flew by in a blur of conversation, flirting, drinks and too much public affection. I was having one of the best dates of my life and I could feel the anticipation rising in my body. My lips and cheeks had blushed a deep red and I could feel that my aroused pussy had soaked my panties.
Some time into the night when we were more than comfortable in each other's presence, I raised the issue of his disability in a subtle way.
"Oh, that's right. I did tell you about it didn't I?" he remembered.
"Yes," I smiled sincerely. "But not many details. You can tell me. I don't mind."
"Well, it's like this," he said stalling. It sounded suspicious, like he was making up a fabrication.
"You can tell me," I whispered. "I'm all yours tonight," and I drew my fingernail down from his lip, slipped it inside his buttoned shirt and curled it around on his chest.
"I guess if we're going home together, you're going to find out. I don't want you to be shocked. Or alarmed. Or turned off."
"Go on."
"I was born with a tail."
Boom! That hit me out of the blue, and my expression betrayed me as a cringe appeared on his face. I covered it up as fast as I could.
"Wow! Gosh. I don't know what to say." Then I recovered realising how
that
might be taken. "That's OK. I don't mind. It's just - well I wasn't expecting that. I thought you had a false leg!"
He laughed it off. But he was still taken aback by my initial reaction, and checked again. "Are you sure it's not a problem?"
"No! No. Not a problem at all." But my mind was running at a hundred miles an hour. "But what does it look like? How do you hide it? Have other people got one?"
He gestured to hold back my avalanche of questions and I took the initiative. I nuzzled into his neck. "Come home. Come back to mine. Let me see. Show me yours and I'll show you mine."
After a short walk we stumbled through my apartment door and we were on my sofa, kissing like horny teenagers. I was dying of anticipation to see Dan's special anatomy.
Soon enough I was down to my underwear and Dan's shirt was off. I really wanted to just yank his trousers off, but Dan broached it first and asked, "Would you like to see?"
"Would I!?" I exclaimed.