Between the hotel and the turquoise waters of the ocean are three large swimming pools surrounded with dozens of lovely women wearing what they laughingly called swimsuits, but hardly more than small swatches of fabric. I love my job as a lifeguard. I am thirty, tall, well tanned, buff, and with a tuft of sun bleached blond hair. Dark sunglasses cover my ice blue eyes, partially to protect them from the sun; partially to let me brazenly watch firm breasts and tight asses sneak from under the patches of fabric. Every day, I have at least one hottie making suggestions about sex in their hotel bed. A few times a week, I take someone up and enjoy the firm curves of their body and the wonderful aroma between their thighs.
I notice a dark red sports wheelchair with canted wheels, roll into the pool area. It is obvious the woman is missing both legs. Her swimsuit hides little about her delicious body. I glance back at the pool to make sure no one is in trouble then back to the woman.
She is alone as she locks her wheels and lowers herself to the cement deck in the shade away from others. She sits up straight and it is clear that the legs are completely missing. Her hand reaches slightly behind and steadies her. It would be impossible for me to stand without embarrassment. She takes a book from the cushion of the wheelchair and opens it, flipping though pages until she finds her place.
I study her like a textbook before an exam. Compared to others sitting, she seems a little shorter. Her hair is dark brown, long, just past her shoulders, pulled back in a pleasing ponytail that drapes slightly over one shoulder. The face is that of a lovely model, something that would be great to see on the adjacent pillow next to me when I wake. Tanned skin is everywhere on her. Her breasts fill the swimsuit top and provide a wonderful valley between them. I imagine her nipples will be just as nice. Her stomach is flat as though she works out. A thin strip circles her, holding small triangles of cloth leaving most of her hips in view. I can see faded scars.
"Sam," the voice calls. "Break time."
I glance and Brenda is waiting for me to climb down from the stand. I do without comment and watch her lovely body take the seat. I wave and walk away.
"What'cha reading?" I ask, standing near the wheelchair. I know it is a lame pickup line, but I try it.
"'Lust in the Dust'. It's raunchy porn, but hey, it's my vacation." She giggled. "You're the lifeguard, right?"
"Yeah. It's my lunch break."
"You've been watching me. I guess you don't see many women without legs."
"No. You make up for that quite nicely. My name is Sam."
"Zoe. Have a seat if you want."
She closes the book and puts it by the wheel then presses down with both hands lifting her hips from the cement and twisting to face me before letting her hips back down.
"Must be rough having to look at all these near naked bodies everyday." She laughed. "Have you been doing this long?"
"A year. Lots of visual candy for sure. Not much to eat though." I smile at what I've just said.
She watches me with growing interest. "How about me? Am I good enough to eat?" Her words are inviting. "Guess you didn't expect a woman without legs to ask such a thing."
"I could have talked to any of these women." I move my hand in a circle around me. "Many of them are jealous of you right now, but I'm sitting here with you."
"Uh-huh." Her voice becomes quiet as if telling a secret. "Is that because you think I might be 'desperate' for a guy?"
"Hardly."
"Oh-h, good answer. I'm not. I've got my vibrator upstairs and it loves me just fine."
"So there's no guy in your life? You're beautiful."
"That's sweet of you to say. I was almost engaged then...."
"He bailed because you lost your legs ... fool."
"I didn't 'lose' them. I know where they went." She laughs. "And I'm not wanting them back either. Good riddance."
"Listen, I'm not just feeding you a line. I do think you are the most beautiful woman out here. I'd love to have you...."
"I believe you. The way you were mentally undressing me a while ago told me." She laughs softly. "I haven't seen that look very often. You're the first guy young enough to not be my father with that look."
"Today, I only work half a day so I'm free until tomorrow. Can I buy you lunch?"
"Wouldn't you rather slather some suntan lotion over my body?" She chuckles then leans closer. "It might give you time to not be so at attention." She looks at my trunks and chuckles again. "Nice that I'm having that effect on you though."
She was still close when I whisper, "Without legs, I bet that swimsuit bottom will slip off nice and easy."
"I bet it will, but then what would you do?"
"Hmmm, let me see." I rub my fingers over my chin in mock thought."
"Come on, what?"
"I bet you are very tasty and I would devour you forever."
She moves closer and looks around to see if anyone might be close enough to listen. "Well, well. Would you use naughty words to excite me, make my pussy drip?"
