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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. Embarrassingly, 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. Dammit 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.

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A nice evening at her place, I thought as we got out of the car. Good wine, a wonderful sex goddess, and a good dinner lying happily in my stomach. What else could a man ask for? “To fuck like crazed weasels,” I muttered as I watched Jennifer slink up the walkway, with her one flawless leg catching in the light from the street light. “What’s that, dear?” she said, pivoting to look at me. A flash of white skin caught the dim yellow light where the stump I’d been thinking about through dinner was. “Nothing, I was just muttering to myself. They tell me the insanity isn’t anything to worry about unless I start st-st-stu-stuttering.”

Her infectious laugh filled the still air as we went into her apartment. I walked in and took off my shoes and watched as she placed a crutch tip on either side of her red pump and lifted her right foot out in one fluid motion. She was worth another hungry look in the room light. That oft-admired bare leg was perfect right down to the way the toes curved. Her hips and backside were pushing against her tight death-by-red dress. A bit further up, her full breasts were pressing hard against the fabric, with firm little points crying out to be touched. Her pretty hands flexed around the grips of the aluminum crutches that helped her look so athletic.

Her eyes sparkled above her wide smile when I finally looked up at her pretty face. She turned and hugged me, and said, “Could you pour the wine? There are stem glasses in the cupboard above and to the left of the sink.” She then headed to the sofa as I uncorked the bottle and found the supplies I needed.

I thought about her as I made busy in the kitchen. I’d met her how long ago? Was it really only two weeks? From the first time I’d seen her hop past me at the pool, I’d been addicted. That stump, ending just above the knee, had just not been out of my mind since. But nor had her breasts, her earlobes, her very fingers - she was just everywhere! I’d almost jumped her in the Japanese restaurant earlier when, after I gave her right foot a good massage, she slipped said bare foot up above my ankle and started rubbing my leg. Yes, she’d be a dish in any language, and that truncated thigh just made it more exotic.

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