Fiction based loosely on some real experiences in my life.
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It was one of those cool, not yet cold, fall mornings, a dash of frost on the grass, not the first though, 'Pretty' I thought, as I walked along the covered walkway from the house to the detached 3 stall garage and through the side door. I stood by the car door and unlocked it. As I opened the door, I felt a little wetness dribble down the inside of my thigh. I get so turned on sometimes, no actually most of the time, thinking about the nakedness between my legs. I hate wearing panties, no bra either. Besides if I did, I couldn't tease people with peeks of my pussy or nipple could I? Now I'm off for my morning fix of exposing myself, something I do most every morning. I can't help myself.
I love my car, what they call a triple black Corvette; black body, black convertible top, and black interior. Always surprised at how many women drive Corvettes. Both a chick and a guy magnet. I think the car matches my life and personality - bold, hard, rough, and fast. I slip my crutches behind the seat, lower my bottom onto the seat, slide my single leg over the high threshold, and put my foot on the floor as I wiggle around a bit getting comfortable.
Crutches? Single leg? I can hear you asking 'what the hell?' Maybe now is a good time to describe myself. I'm in my early 30's; long brown hair with some wave, a few inches past my shoulders, today pulled back in a pony tail; clear fair skin still with some of summer's tan; tall, about 5'9"; slim, about 110, up and down a few pounds; small breasted, ohhh my ... love small breasts; great ass, at least that's what people say and I happen to agree, a little partial to my ass. Te He. 'What about the leg?' Okay, okay. A few years ago my left leg was amputated, cut off, whatever, why is a whole other story, leaving about 4 or 5 inches of thigh, or stump as I prefer to say; probably a fast way to lose 15 pounds but not for everyone; very little scaring, just a faint line across the end these days. The shape is similar to my right thigh at the same place. Not at all ugly, at least to me. Oh yes, don't feel sorry for me because I have one leg either, there isn't anything I want to do that I can't, and I'm very, some would say ferociously, independent.
I start the garage door opening. Key in the ignition, twist, and the engine roars to life. I like the sound of the exhaust as it idles, nice deep tones, throaty, as it echoes off the opening door. I press the throttle a few quick times. Varoom. Varoom. My heart races and pounds a little harder for a moment until the engine slows down. Love it when someone blips my 'throttle'. I chuckle to myself at the thought and touch my clit for a moment. The morning sunlight floods the garage now that the door is open, a gently cool breeze blows through my open window. The leather against my bare ass is cold at first, but it doesn't take long for things to warm up. Sure the seat warmer works well in this car, but looking down at my hairless pussy, thanks to electrolysis it now is permanently that way; the evenly trimmed labia, great plastic surgery, so much neater; and my stump, the steam starts to rise from the collar of my nylon ski jacket. Rather be a little too cool, than too hot you know. Well now you do. I run my finger through my labia and scrape some of the accumulating juices free, then suck my finger. "Hmmmm" I say loud enough to be heard over the sound of the car.
I press the throttle briefly again as my window rolls up and then drive away. The sun is out, feels warm through the windows, probably too cool to put the top down. Oh there have been some fun times with the top down, blouse unbuttoned, wind against my nipples, my very hard nipples. Oh fuck me, just thinking about it leaves a thick blob of juice at my pussy opening. Can't waste that. I scoop a finger load up and swallow it. "Damn that's good." I say out loud.
Driving into the parking lot of the combination Barnes & Noble / Starbucks and I see lots of people sitting out in the sun, still a few empty tables. Saturday mornings always seem bring out more people than during the week. Ten degrees warmer already according to the thermometer in the car, handy feature, going to be a nice day. Sure am ready for some Java. Park the car in the handicapped spot and get out. Very since it's so wide, no one bangs my car and I can get the overly large, at least it always feels that way, door open all the way. If anyone had been standing there, they would have had a lovely show. Impossible to get out of this car without a really big flash of crotch, at least when I get out, my my. Oh well, I know I'll be able to flash a few people soon enough.
Standing next to the car, I smooth my blouse and skirt making a little show by pausing briefly as my hands cross my breasts and again across my hips. As I close the door, I look around and notice a few people watching me, that always happens, rare to see a woman with one leg get out of a Vette you know. They all seem to go back to what they were doing. Crutches under my arms, toasted English muffin in a lunch bag in one hand along with the newspaper dangling in the plastic bag the 'paper boy' puts it in, quaint phrase, I gracefully, worked very hard over time to make it look like I'm almost floating, make my way to an empty table in the sun and put my things down. Surveying the crowd to see if I can spot anyone who I want to show off too as I walk to the window and back, I return soon with a large coffee.
There's a woman at a nearby table, clear line of sight between us, from me to her is mostly facing away from the other tables, perfect for what I want to do and will let me be a bit bolder. I look at her closer and see she's nice looking, maybe my age, maybe a few years older, still very lovely, oh my yes, long hair, body much like mine. Her hand rests in her lap almost like she is touching herself, can't quite tell if she really is. Hope she'll play, never know, might just piss her off, maybe she won't even look.
Of course I could sit down first, then lay my crutches on the ground, but if I do it the other way around my short skirt will ride up my bare leg and show off my 'charms'. I turn around, my back is now towards her. I know, I think, she is watching me, take a quick peek, she's not really looking at her newspaper, maybe, trying hard to not let anyone know, specially me, that she is watching me, probably by now with her mouth open a little, I hope, take another quick peek, yes she does, just wait baby.
I've perfected this next move over time. With my leg remaining straight, I bend way over more than I need too, almost putting one hand on the pavement as I lay both crutches flat, one on top of the other, with the other hand, then stand up, turn around, and sit on the chair facing her, adjusting my skirt for maximum 'exposure' as I do. I look at her, the hand is pressed even harder between her legs than before, almost wrapped around her mound. She's playing along. Wow! Rare. Unexpected. She smiles as she looks up at me. I return the smile and run my tongue across my lips for emphasis.
I look around to see who else is looking, no one seems to have noticed except her, at least no one seems to be looking right now. As I take my first sip of coffee and a bite of my muffin, I spread my thighs a little more so she probably can see my labia. I take another bite and spread my legs a little more, my stump peeks out from under my skirt a little, and I rest my hand on the end of it. I watch her, my eyes burning a hole in her face so she knows I'm doing this for her, my hand slowly disappears under my skirt as I take another sip of coffee. I move around just enough so my hips are closer to the edge of the chair, my skirt rides up a little more. I know from lots of practice in front of a mirror that she can now clearly see both my naked crotch and that I'm touching it, though probably not just how wet I am. Sure enough, her hand slides under her skirt, her tongue leaves her lips wet as it slides across them, oh such nice kissable lips, she nibbles a finger tip. I'm in lust already. We play the same game for several minutes, maybe more. Feels like hours. Feels like just seconds. I lose all sense of time. The more I look at her, ... oh hell yes, ... I want her so badly. I take my hand from under my skirt, stick my index finger tip in my mouth and suck the full length a few times, then I hold it up and wave it as if to say 'come over'. She takes the bait. Foreplay over.
Standing in front of me, I see for the first time how lovely, tall like me, delicious, she truly is. Placing her still full, maybe a few sips taken, coffee cup on my table; she moves a chair close so she will block the view of lower body from everyone but her; then sits with her legs parted and hands pressing the fabric of her skirt flat against the chair between them. No one can see what she is doing except me. She pulls her skirt up just enough for me to see she has no panties on. No hair, bald like mine. She's covered in cum, probably her cum, yes I'm sure of that, don't know why though. Looks like she'd been having orgasms for several hours or days. No not hours or days, just very moist. 'Sloppy 50'ths.' I giggle to myself. I smile as I lift my skirt the same amount for her to see for the first time up close. Nothing has been or is said. We look beneath each others skirts, the chemistry between us building. We are here for the same thing, want the same thing, two strangers exposing themselves to each other. Will there be more? Usually not. Already I know I'd like this time to be different, to be more. Will she? Things begin to boil, still silent, just looking at each other, the face then crotch and back to the face, our breathing becoming a bit ragged as we delay the inevitable, longer and longer, then unable to wait any longer, our first touch as we run a finger tip slowly through each other's soft, moist, no wet, no sopping wet, pussy lips, catching the clit for just a second once then again, just long enough each time to make the other gasp, before putting our finger our own mouth.
"You taste great" we say at the same time.
"Haven't seen you before. I'm Mary Beth. People just call me Beth. Sure I'd have remembered you."
"Just moved from the other side of town. I'm Peggy." She leans closer, very close. "Love to show off and flash myself. Pussy mostly, occasionally just a breast." She sits up straight again.
"Wow! Really? I knew I wasn't the only one, but it's been a long time since I had the good fortune to talk to a like minded woman. You know ... usually just anonymously exposing myself ... never getting to know the other person, sometimes a woman, sometimes a man. It was fun doing to you."
"One leg ...?"
"Yeah. It's nice. Some guys seem to like to see it more than my pussy. Don't get me wrong, they like to see that too."
"A twofer." She giggled.
Her hand rested on my still exposed stump for a moment as if to give me a chance to let her know if it was okay or not. She moved her hand, cupped it over the end and rubbed it.
