I strolled along the wide sidewalk in the early evening. It was warm still with just a hint of light filtering around me. I glanced to one side a caught a glimpse of my reflection in the darkened store window. "Nice," I muttered aloud to no one. I paused and faced the window, staring as though I were looking into a dressing mirror. My blouse fit snuggly over my chest, my breasts filling it without the aid of a bra. My nipples poked the fabric from the excitement of looking at the reflection. My short skirt hung nicely over my firm rounded hips. I leaned back slightly against my crutches and looked at my long right leg, bare, alone, extending to the black high heel shoe on my foot. A quick glance around found no one near. I snaked the left hem of my skirt up until my hip exposed itself. I watched the short rounded part where my leg once matched the other and smiled for a moment before letting go of the skirt, giving it a shake to make sure it hung properly.
"Hi Jan," Mark said as I approached still about fifteen feet away. He leaned against the outside wall of the 'Blue Bird', a causal restaurant where he had suggested we meet for dinner.
We had stumbled upon each other though an Internet dating site, chatted online for over a month, talked on the phone, and this was our first time to meet in person. Living a thousand miles apart made it difficult to do so, but he had traveled to meet a customer in a town nearby and we had agreed we should meet. My heart had been racing all afternoon and I had gotten little done at work. I left early to change and now felt like I needed another shower.
"Wow! So, at last we meet," I said as he held my waist and held me close enough to feel his chest swell with a deep breath. I stared into his blue eyes and struggled to not move too fast. I kissed him on the cheek and pulled back. "How was the meeting?" I figured that might be a safe topic.
"I closed the deal. I'd been talking to them about the software for several months. My boss was pleased."
"Hey, it gave us a chance to meet." I grinned as I continued to look at him. I took a step back and struck a pose. "What do you think?" I cooed softly. "Worth the wait?" I smiled and stepped closer.
His tongue wiped across his lower lip. "My goodness, yes. Stunningly beautiful." The tongue wiped the other direction. "Good enough to eat." He grinned.
We had a lot of sexual talk online. We had exchanged naughty words. We both loved to talk that way. I'd had more than a few orgasms in the process, though I had not told him. Even while walking along the sidewalk this evening, I knew I would not deny us a chance to get naked in bed.
"Golly, should we skip to desert?" I laughed and wiped my wet palms along my skirt feeling another part of me forming its own wetness.
"I can't say the thought hasn't crossed my mind." He laughed. "Maybe we should eat so we will have the strength for later on." He laughed again and pulled the door open.
I almost expected him to sit beside me in the booth, but he took the bench across the table from me. He mumbled something about it would let us look at each other better. My hand rested in the middle of the table as I opened the menu. He took the bait and wrapped his fingers around mine.
"This is so exciting," he said looking up from the menu towards my face. "It is no lie that I've fantasized about you ... a lot." He ignored the menu for a moment as the thought filled my mind. "You know ... all the things we talked about online. I lay in bed and replay them all the time." His lips formed a kiss and blew it towards me.
"We have some specials," the lanky big-breasted waitress with cleavage exposed said breaking the spell that was forming. We quickly scanned the menu and ordered, then watched her ass sway as she walked away.
"Did you like that?" I asked quietly.
"No way it could compare to what is across the table from me." His fingers squeezed mine then relaxed.
"Good answer." I laughed. "I like smaller boobs ... that way I don't have to wear a bra." I cupped one breast for a moment.
"Yeah, too many legs."
"Yeah." Now it was my turn to squeeze his fingers as my mind drifted back to the reflection in the store window. Now four years without the leg, I still was happy. "Yeah," I said as I returned to the moment. It was no secret to Mark. I had told him after several online talks after he told me about his preference for women like me, at least for women with one leg. He had admitted not giving much thought to why I had wanted this, but that he did not mind.
The dinner conversation was light and only served to pass time. We already knew much about each other from our time online. Parts of my body were demanding attention and I assumed he was feeling the same. I was happy to see the credit card receipt placed back on the table and him putting the card in his wallet. I stood and put my crutches under my arms and watched as he shoved the wallet into his hip pocked.
"My, is someone anxious to leave?" he teased as he stood.
"I want you alone," I replied with a smirk remaining on my face for a moment. I glanced around realizing that I might have said that a bit loudly. No one seemed to be staring.