He breathed in the fresh air and felt more alive than he had in
months.  "Man, I love summer," he said as he surveyed the scene.  There
were people everywhere on the beach, some just sunning, some playing
frisbee, some reading.  There were people of all shapes and sizes, like
always.  He loved seeing all the skin at Wreck Beach.
 
He walked down the bank and hunted for a good spot.  He wanted to be
a little away from people, but not so far as to not be able to look
at the pretty women!  A place found, he spread out his blanket and
took his book out of his satchel, and then started to strip.  "Nude
beaches are great for just being yourself," he thought.  A toss, and
the t-shirt and shorts were piled on top of his shoes, and he smiled
as he felt the wind caress his skin.

He sat down and got ready for a good read when he saw her.  She was
sitting ahead of him and to the left, on a slight rise in the beach,
and she was watching the frisbee players.  A pretty thing, she had
curly auburn hair and a body like he hadn't seen in years (well, okay,
maybe months - but it seemed like years).  She noticed him looking
at her, and she smiled.  Embarassingly, he felt his penis harden,
and he reflexively closed his legs.  She seemed more curious for a
moment, and then rolled over on her stomach, while never letting him
out of her sight.  He finally noticed with a start that her left leg
ended above the knee.

He wasn't sure what to think at first, and it must have read on his
face, as she kept peering at him quizzically over the crook of one
arm.  He took little glimpses at the bare, pink stump and felt like
a voyeur for doing so.  Meanwhile, his penis seemed to keep proving
who had control of such situations by continuing to grow.  Damnit to
hell, hardons just didn't happen to him down here!  Here he was,
staring at this poor one-legged beauty and sporting a huge erection,
probably making her feel like a freak in a freak show ...

... except that she was now smiling at him.  He suddenly saw how
comical he must look, sitting there trying to deny reality.  He felt
a sheepish grin spread over his face and he exhaled some of his
tension away.  He pointed down in the general direction of Mr. Happy
and shrugged, and she collapsed in the sand, laughing.  He felt the
erection fade, as he too, laughed.
 
Finally, when he was just a mortal again, he got up and went over
and sat down next to her.  She rolled over on her side, with that
magical little appendage that kept drawing his eye resting on top
of her full leg.  "I'm Mike," he said.  "I thought after an event
like that that we had to have done a little bonding".  She smiled
as she shook his hand and said, "I'm Laura.  I loved that little
show; do you often pick up women that way?"

"No, I usually use more conventional methods.  Tell me, did it work?"
"Well, I think you have a promising package, so you might say it got
your foot, or something else, in the door," she said.  "Of course,
I'll have to check you out a little more carefully first.  The main
skill I want in my men is the ability to apply suntan lotion with a
proper flourish.  Would you care to audition?"  She got up to a
kneeling position and reached for the brown bottle, and he stared
again at her short leg.  The stump was long and well-tanned, like
her other thigh except that it was a little narrower.  She caught his
eye and said in a matter-of-fact tone, "Car accident, when I was 13.
I was awake when they pulled me out of the car, and I remember that
I saw my foot staying there as I was going away."  "I'm sorry," he
said thickly, looking away.  "Hey, don't get weepy on me!" she said.
"They left me with a damned good stump.  Most people can't tell I
don't have two matching legs, and I can even bear weight on the end.
Actually, it'd be better in some ways if people knew without my
telling them, because it seems like so many of the guys find other
things to do really quickly once they know I'm an minus a stem.  Does
it bother you?"

"N-n-no-o," he stammered, "No, it doesn't.  I just don't see too many
women without limbs.  I think you're very attractive; I'm just so
curious."  She said, "Well, you can find out a little about it right
now.  Here's the lotion."  She sat and raised her stump slightly.

He took the lotion and poured a quantity into his hand, and then
turned his attention to her stump.  He brushed a bit of sand off the
end and without hesitation set to his task.  As he smoothed on the
milky fluid, he noticed that her nipples were hardening.  He looked
at the scar along the end of the stump, and rubbed that area a little
harder than he needed to when he noticed her shiver and close her eyes.
After a moment, she said quietly, "You'd better pay attention to some
of my other parts, or they'll be jealous."

He proceeded to apply lotion to her full, sexy leg, her back, her
arms and her neck, experimenting with an extra press here, a little
light brush or two there, all the while watching her reactions.  "It's
amazing how much you can tell about how someone is as a lover before
you make love to them," he thought.  "I hope I get to put that to the
test."

He took her shoulder and turned her around to do her front, but she
took his hand and said, "That was wonderful, thanks.  We'll be in big
trouble if I don't finish this myself."  With that, she gave his hand
a squeeze and started spreading lotion on her breasts, but not in a
businesslike manner.  She was obviously enjoying this, and putting on
a show for him.  He wasn't stupid; he watched, enthralled.  Her leg
stump was like a distant memory as he watched her breast tissue move
under her hand.  Her eyes opened and gazed at him with a hunger.

At last she put the lotion aside and said, "So what do you think?
Could you stand going somewhere a little more private?"  He smiled
and said, "I was just thinking about that myself.  Is your place
far?"  "It's just up the hill a little ways.  Here, let me give you
the address."  She turned and grabbed her purse and took out a pen
and some paper, and drew a little map.  "It's not really very tidy;
I haven't had anyone over in awhile," she said.

With a broad smile, he said, "I think I'll be too preoccupied to mind
a little mess, myself."

Laura got up and wrapped her skirt around her and pulled her top over
her head.  He marvelled at her balance on her one leg.  She slipped her
foot into her sandal and collected her towel and crutches before he
realized that she was watching him with that teasing smile again.
"You're not going to make it over to my place if you have to get the
sand off of your tongue, now, are you?"  she joked.  "I'll see you
soon?" "Absolutely!" he replied, finally starting to move to where his
own belongings sat.  As he dressed, he watched her move up the slope to
the parking area.  What was it about the woman that was so damned
irresistable?  The asymmetry?  The rarity?  Right now, it was the
swaying of the hips as she made her way expertly on crutches.  He had
to make a visible effort not to run when he had finally gathered all of
his posessions.

At the car, he looked at the address and realized that it was in a
neighborhood he knew well.  "Boy, you is lust-addled, ain'tcha?" he
thought to himself with a smile.  As he drove towards her place, he
looked for the florists he thought he remembered.  He stopped and
selected a nice mixed bouquet that matched the spring atmosphere.
After what seemed like forever, he finally turned into her driveway.

She came to the door wearing something Mike had never seen before - a
peg leg.  Below a stump socket was a simple metal pipe with what looked
like a crutch tip at the end.  She was now wearing a sweater and
shorts, and her leg and foot were bare.  She squealed, "The flowers are
lovely!  How did you know I liked daisies and baby's breath?  You must
be psychic!"  "Only during certain phases of the moon," he said.  "And
only with women I like a lot."  He watched her walk over to the kitchen
to find a home for the flowers.  She walked pretty smoothly, he thought;
he'd expected her to be less graceful, especially without a knee joint.
She said, "I've just been cleaning up the place a bit.  This thing is
handy to slip into and out of quickly," she said, following his eye to
the peg leg.  He bowed a comic bow and said, "Milady, there remains
little doubt that thou wouldst look splendid even in a flour sack.
Is there anything about you that is not beautiful?"

Her smile at the antic faded at the end and she looked thoughtful as
she said, "Many have thought, good lord, that I would not be suitable,
given my construction in the lower regions.  What thinkest thou?"
He looked at her evenly, and said, "I've been trying to figure that
one out myself.  The preliminary reports look quite good; you surely
have your foot in the door."  The echoed line broke the tension, and
they laughed together.  She walked over to him and they kissed, first
lightly, and then more deeply.  She pulled away and said in a thick
voice, "I'm all sticky and covered with sand.  Do you want to join
me in the bath?"  His wide eyes betrayed his answer.
 
They went to the bathroom and kissed between removing articles of
clothing.  Her top landed on the vanity without the cuts he'd been
expecting from her erect nipples, and his shorts were scuffed along
the floor soon after.  She stepped back and held up the contraption
on her left leg and said, "Pull."  He grasped the pipe and tugged,
and soon her smooth stump was bare again.  They cuddled as the
water ran, and at last when the water was drawn she sat down and
swung her leg over the side and got into the hot, soapy water slowly.
He got in facing her.

"You know, it always amazes me how much fun a bath can be, yet it
takes a woman to remind me of that," he said.  "Men are too goal
oriented," she said.  "You think, 'water, clean - shower!' and you
just do that.  You lose track of the finer things."  She started
rubbing his feet, causing him to find her right foot and reciprocate.
"So I'm okay with one leg?" she asked.  "Honey, you're more like
splendid with one leg.  In fact, I'm not sure I'd swap you for a
two-legged twin right now," he said.  "I just can't seem to stop
staring.  I don't quite know why, but it just seems to make you
more attractive, which is tough to do.  Is that weird?"

"A little, I guess.  But then I've had people stare at me like I
was a space alien or something, and that sucks a lot more.  I know
you like everything else, so it feels pretty good being with you."
She reached for his hand, and he drew her towards him for a long,
deep kiss.  He groped in the water for her stump with one hand as
he felt her breasts with the other.  Meanwhile, she found her own
target, his penis, and with a few artful strokes brought it to
full attention.  She pulled herself closer and tried to aim for his
penis by Braille underneath the soapy water; after a few tries and
a giggling fit by both of them, she felt him inside of her at
last.  He pushed gently until her vagina had stretched enough to
accomodate him, and then wrapped his hands around her back and
started thrusting slowly.  Her nipples felt like they would make
marks in his chest, and his own set felt like fire whenever they
brushed past their larger cousins.  Her hands gripped him more
vigorously as her breathing came in shorter gasps, and their kisses
had to be interrupted by gasps for air.  She came explosively as
she felt a firm caress on the tip of her stump, and her orgasmic
grip coupled with a few more deep thrusts were enough for him, as
well.  She felt the pumping inside of her as he came.

Exhausted, he collapsed back against the back of the tub with her
on top of him.  They kissed and talked small talk as they stayed
"connected" for awhile, experimenting with the effects of small
movements on their genitalia.  It seemed like forever before the
water got cold.

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