Hot, parched, in need of at least a beer, I crutched into the darkened bar and though the blue haze of cigarettes and reek of days old beer. I was surprised that it would be so busy at nearly three in the afternoon. Maybe everyone else was thirsty I thought. The stool scraped across the floor in a loud symphony of un-tuned instruments. I rested my hips on it then leaned my crutches against the edge of the bar.
"What can I get ya?" the lovely lady asked as I stared at the ample cleavage staring back at me.
I scanned the drinks resting on the bar then looked back into her blue eyes. "Whiskey ... up."
"Hey Shirley!" a man at the end of the bar yelled. She glanced at him with an expression that said to wait a while.
"You're new around here. I'm sure I'd-d remember you-u-u." The last word drawled forever in a slow southern twang.
"Jake. Guess you're Shirley." I smiled and leaned a little closer to her cleavage. "Nice," I whispered.
"Let me get your drink, handle Mack down there, and maybe I'll let you chat me up." She giggled and walked away. I watched, stripped her naked, and liked what I found.
When she put the drink down I noticed low cut part of her blouse had been rearranged to better show her breasts to me. I also noticed she wasn't wearing a bra. Begging to be let out, her nipples pounded the fabric. I was ready to help the poor things. I laughed to myself as I wrapped my fingers around the glass then held it a few inches off the bar then looked deep into the valley.
"Well Shirley ... so you'd remember me huh?" Half the brown liquid vanished down my throat. I let out a small gasp and wiped my lips with the back of my hand wishing it were her lips doing the wiping.
"Don't get many men with one leg in here. You handled those crutches damn fine too."
"You a coinsure of men with one leg?"
"In your case, probably." She chuckled nicely. "Get off in ten," she told me like a woman that was after my body. I was ready to give it to her.
Again, I watched her walk away. I imagined I saw her step over the pile of her clothes she had just taken off. I expected that before long I would get to refine my picture of her naked body.
She smiled as she put another drink in front of me. "For the road, but save your strength." She giggled and sashayed off. A bolt of lighting jabbed the end of my stump and it jerked in a single wild spasm. I was glad it only did that a few times a year. 'This had better not be the start of a swarm of them' I told myself. I chugged the rest of the first glass.
Halfway though the second glass, her hand dragged across my back and she kissed my neck. "Ready for some fun?" The words blew in deep my ear. All the men, maybe a woman, or two, looked shocked and jealous as if they were supposed to be walking out with Shirley. I enjoyed my luck as I tucked my crutches under my arms and left the unfinished drink on the bar. The heat of the blast furnace outside roared past as the door slammed behind us.
"You can ride with me," I said.
"Just where are you taking me?" she teased.
"Hopefully to places neither of us has been for a while." I laughed and held the passenger door to my pickup open for her. "Your chariot awaits." I laughed again and watched her long legs hike one at a time up onto the seat giving me a preview of what awaited me. It looked great too.
I pushed my crutches behind the seat one at a time wondering what she was thinking. I planted my ass on the seat and closed the door staring at her thighs almost completely visible from the skirt hiked up much higher than it normally hung. Her blouse seemed to press more tightly against her breasts and her nipples were more erect. My jeans were bursting as my erection filled them.
The tires squealed as I pulled into the street. "Where's the fire?" she joked.
I glanced one more time at her. "Everywhere around us," I whispered.
She nodded and slipped closer to me on the bench seat. Her hand roamed my only thigh and found its way over my crotch. "Hmmm. I see-e-e. Hot damn, hot springs." She seemed as interested as I was.
It did not take long to arrive at my house - two acres, two bedrooms, and a lot of privacy. I parked in my usual parking spot, turned the engine off, and twisted a bit in the seat. Our lips met. Our tongues had their first taste. Her hand gripped the back of my head pulling my face firmly against hers. Her fingers wildly strolled though my hair. Her tongue drilled towards my heart. I wondered if we would make it out of the truck as my hands made a quick exploration of her body with no resistance.
"We should go in first," I suggested.
"Just so you go in eventually," she said talking about something completely different.
I laughed. "Yeah. Count on it."
She walked just behind me watching as I took each step then planting my crutch tips ahead. "You're good with those."
"I forgot, you're a coinsure. How do I measure up?"
"So far, a ten plus." She grinned. I noticed she had unbuttoned a single button on her blouse. The left breast almost dangled free. "How do I measure up?" She flipped at the opening in the blouse with a finger freeing the errant breast. She must have noticed my silent gasp. "Guess you like it." She laughed and ran her hand over my ass and across the end of my short stump. "You must show me your mysteries." Her hand tugged at leg of my jeans shaking my stump in a circle.
"It interests you?" I begged as I unlocked the door. She nodded and charged ahead and down the hall. "Need a drink?" I called after her.
From the bedroom she mumbled, "Nope. Just you."
By the time I reached the bedroom, she was sprawled across the bed wearing nothing. Her fingertip circled the erect left nipple. The parting lips of her pussy were begging me to kiss them. "Well Jake, see anything you like?" her voice was soft and undemanding, ready for action but not instant satisfaction.
The crutches crashed to the floor. The large belt buckle rattled as my jeans made their way down my only thigh. "Maybe," I teased and sat on the bed to remove my shoe and the jeans from my ankle.
"So that's what it looks like," she slowly said as her head moved closer to my stump. Her fingers slipped over the soft fleshy end. "Does it hurt?"
I shook my head and pressed her hand firmly. "That feels nice," I whispered as I massaged her hand against my stump.
"It's so short. I like the way it looks. The scars are so pale. Have you had it long?"
"A few years now." I laid back and let her toy with the remnants of my left thigh. My cock remained tall as I looked at her pussy resting just in front of my mouth. I inhaled and breathed the warm aroma. My fingertip touched a piece of the left labia then strolled along its full length. I could her breathing deepen for a moment and then I ran the finger down the other side. "Nice," I whispered resting my face on her thigh and watched what I was touching. I could feel the attention shift from my stump to my cock, just her fingers. I knew her lips would be there before long.
