Jill was 27 when it happened. The crash had caused many changes in her life. Some were good some were not. If one must have their leg severed in a car wreck, money is a small consolation. The elderly gentleman who had run his car into hers pushing it off the road and down into a ditch was remarkably wealthy and extremely remorseful. Money would never be a concern for Jill again.
One day she was co-captain of Team USA water polo and the next day she was a woman missing her leg just below the knee. Her world turned upside down.
In the rough months that followed, Jill was feeling sorry for herself. Brad, her boyfriend of two years, could no longer handle the stress. They decided to end their relationship. He had barely touched her since the accident. Which may have been partially her fault. She could not bear to look at the ugly scars where her leg had once been. She was sure she would never find a man to love her with her damaged body. She settled on the thought that she would be alone for the rest of her life.
Being a pragmatic woman, Jill decided if she couldn't pursue her love for sports, she would explore the other areas she had only let herself imagine in her deepest dreams. It had been twenty-one years now since the accident and masturbation had become her only source of sexual pleasure. Her nature was conservative so over the years she would only nibble at the edges of the hedonistic lifestyle.
Jill's once tan and taut body had slowly become that of a nearly fifty year old woman. Her life had become monotonous. She decided to buy an old estate in dire need of care. She thought having something new to focus on would lift her spirits. Since her new home was near Tulane University, her alma mater, she interviewed several students to find an acceptable handyman type boarder. Louisiana summers are brutally hot, humid periods full of sweaty activities. Jim was the one chosen to fill all of Jill's needs. He was average in most ways, blurring with all the other applicants except for his eyes. He had the warmest deep, dark blue eyes she had ever seen. He was tall and tan with sandy blonde wavy hair. He was a senior needing a place to finish up his final year. She guessed he was about 23 years old. He also had a great, welcoming smile. She had instantly felt comfortable with him during their interview. They decided he would move in right away even though school wouldn't start for another two weeks. He figured he could get a jump on the work that needed to be done before he was burdened with schoolwork.
The house trim was in desperate need of painting so they decided that would be Jim's first task. The sun was brutal; it had been in the high nineties all day. Jim had been painting for almost three hours, when he heard Jill call his name. "Jim are you thirsty?" Jill asked, as she struck a sensual pose near the ladder. At 48 she was still stacked, just in a slightly looser fashion. " I could really use some Ice water!" Jim said. Jill shuffled toward the kitchen to get a pitcher of ice water. He admired the way she jiggled because of her prosthetic leg. Jim was thinking how nice it would be to lie down with this woman who was most likely older then his mother. He felt a swell in his pants.
Jill suggested they take a dip in the pool to cool off. Jim couldn't wait to see her in a bathing suit. He was perfectly comfortable even after she had removed her prosthetic leg and slid into the pool. Jill had been floating on her favorite raft for about 20 minutes when she turned and caught Jim staring at her and could feel her face immediately turning flush. Jim was embarrassed. He gave her a quick, shy smile and then suggested they get back to work. Jim prayed she wouldn't see the bulge in his pants as he quickly reached for his towel.
Jill could not shake the feelings that had risen up inside of her for the rest of the day. It had been so long since her body had reacted to any man in the intimate way she had only dreamed she would ever experience again. Masturbation was the only form of sexual pleasure she had received since the accident. She longed for the pleasure of having someone deep down inside her and to feel loved again.
That night Jill lay awake in her bed listening to the crickets chirp and the familiar hum of her fan. It was so hot she had gone to bed naked. She could not get Jim off of her mind. What was she thinking? He was half of her age. All of these thoughts about him had left her clit swollen and in dire need of attention. She played with her special spot. Today she came almost instantly. Her body shivered. It was the most powerful orgasm she had been able to achieve herself.
