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?

... her. When we sat down, I gave her the ring. She was happy about it and it fitted on her finger perfectly. The whole staff of the coffee shop came out to congratulate us. Wendy had obviously chatted with them before I arrived, and she must have aired the news that she had a fiancé. I realized that Wendy was a frequenter here and everybody liked her a lot. Ring, coffee, and cheers finished, we went to the parking lot and I explained to Wendy where my apartment was. She followed me in her wagon all the way, steering with ease and confidence. I was glad I had cleaned the flat the previous day, as she immediately remarked how tidy it was on entering. She took off her light spring coat and looked fresh, clean and beautiful in a long skirt and beige blouse. We sat on the bed and began the afternoon with a passionate kiss. She reminded me she was on the pill and we would start the baby production in our house, yet to be built. I began to stroke her back first and I put my left hand on her leg. She stopped kissing me, "John, please don’t be afraid of my leg!" I patted her knee, "Your leg is beautiful." "I know you like my leg, but you’re afraid of my stump, I’m sure." She drove my hand under her blouse and I felt her warm and smooth skin vibrating at the touch of my fingertips. "I’d like to take off my blouse and my bra," she said, suppressing a mischievous smile. "So that you can get used to my upper body before I show you the rest..." I helped her take off her blouse and she took ...

... off her bra herself. Her breasts were wonderful, her nipples hard. I petted her breasts and began to kiss them. I sucked on her hard nipples. She was getting quite aroused and moaned. "I like it," into my ear. I wanted to take off her skirt and panties to give her some more intimate pleasure, but I was in trouble at this point. A woman with two legs just stands and is out of her panties in a second…but Wendy might fall over without her crutches, I thought, and I couldn't get her into such an embarrassing situation. I didn't want to rip off her clothes either, so I hesitated. She understood it all, as if she had read my mind. "I’ll help you take these off, don’t worry," she giggled, and showed me how to hold and undress her the easiest... Now she was entirely nude. "See? There’s nothing to be repulsed by," she said, "the plastic surgeons worked fine and smooth, without scars." Her stump was indeed not repellent at all, and I felt comfortable with her body. Her pussy was not too hairy and I liked the look of it. I could hardly wait to savor the touch, the scent, and the taste of it too. She smiled, encouraging me to take pleasure in her body. I knelt down before her to enjoy her pussy. She spread her thighs and I was in front of her beautiful pussy. I pulled apart her labia major and started kissing her labia minor. She moaned as I fingered around her very sensitive vaginal opening, soft and moist. "Ah, so good," she hissed. I wanted to learn how to give her more enjoyment, "Want ...