Life Buoy for an Amputee or an Amputee Who Is a Life Buoy? - Sex Stories

Life Buoy for an Amputee or an Amputee Who Is a Life Buoy?

... responded politely. He exclaimed sincerely, "You’re fantastically skillful! I‘ve never seen a woman like you!" I turned to him and I could tell he truly liked me. He was embarrassed some minutes before, but now it was me who felt that way. "I had a year to learn how to move about in this subway carriage," I smirked. He suddenly remembered it was my birthday he had come to celebrate. "Oh, I’m so sorry. I forgot to say happy birthday," he flushed. "So…Happy Birthday, Wonderful Wendy!" he stressed each word especially the last two, with a wide grin on his face. "Thank you." I smiled at him again. "Could I stay here in the kitchen with you?" "I don’t mind…" I shrugged mockingly, "Provided you behave yourself." Then I added, "I like your company, in point of fact." The chance for a good mate flashed before my mind’s eye at that moment. "Hey, Wendy girl," I thought, "Here’s the first man who admires you. Don’t spoil this opportunity! John’s a nice man and he appreciates both your skills and your body. Don’t miss the chance, it’s now or never!" Though ashamed of my disability, I was nevertheless very much aware of my feminine roundness at the right places of my body, and my leg was neat and slender, yet finely muscular. We talked about the Hungarian dishes I cooked and about other trivialities. It seemed he would have remained with me in the kitchen for hours if my brother had not come for him. My sister’s family and my grandparents arrived. Carl took the mesmerized John to the new ...

... guests, and then ran back to me for a second. "You like him?" he whispered intimately into my ear. "I’ll conquer him!" I replied on impulse, without thinking over the phrase I just let slip. My devil seedling brother laughed, "So now you know why I invited him for ten o’clock." I remained alone with the bowls again and continued my diligent labor with the strudel fillings, smiling to myself. I felt my heart pounding the excitement and happiness over a nice man’s admiration of me. My grandparents and my sister with her family came to greet me. My nieces, Kate and Ann kissed me and found it impossibly funny that with my hands and apron covered in flour I couldn't really hug them but imitated a hug from behind the bars, flour snowing from my body all over the floor. When everyone went to the living room John reappeared. I saw my chance of conquest. "Do I disturb you if I stay here in the kitchen?" he asked. I smiled at him with my happiest smile, "Not at all. I’m glad of the company and I like talking." He looked at the bowls and ingredients on the counter very curiously, "What exactly are you doing now?" "I’m mixing stuffings for the Hungarian strudels. It’s a layered pastry, with thin layers of dough enclosing the most delicious fillings you can imagine…that’s the most important part, you know, the stuffing in it. The paper thin dough with the filling on top is rolled up carefully and baked in the oven…you’ll see… Strudel pastry dough is very elastic and it has to be stretched ...