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.