Wrong number - right woman
written by:
Thesandman

Wrong number - right woman

I'd only been home from the hospital for a couple of weeks. Divorced for over two years now, I lived alone...in a home that was far bigger than what I needed. I knew, especially now...that in time I'd probably need to sell it, find a different place to live. But I had enough on my plate already, there'd be time enough for that when I got used to everything. If I ever did. You see...I'd been in a car accident, and had lost my right leg just below the knee because of it.

I'd of course been given some help from friends and neighbors shortly after I came home. I guess it was pride perhaps, and hating to depend on anyone else aside for myself in doing things. But as I was still trying to manage my way around on crutches, I'd eventually given in and allowed a few people to help me out, in small ways at least. It would be a while yet before I could be fitted for a prosthesis, in the meantime, in was hobble, jump, or crutch myself along in order to do anything. Because of that, I'd become a virtual prisoner in my own house. That or lazy, however you want to look at it. I know that part of it was feeling sorry for myself. That and being angry at the dumb fuck that T-boned my car, severing my leg. The fact he died in the accident seemed unfair in a way, the way I looked at it. I found myself wishing I'd been the one who'd been killed, as opposed to trying to make my way through life at almost fifty, without the use of my leg. I know...but that's how I felt at the time. And still did as I took in my surroundings and realized I needed to do something about my situation before the board of health came in and condemned my home. Ok, it wasn't that bad...but it was getting there.

With the bedrooms on the second floor, along with the only full bath/shower room, it had become too difficult for me to try and hobble up and down the stairs all by myself. As such, I'd managed to convince a friend or two, to help me make things a bit more comfortable for myself on the main floor. At least here I had access to most of what I needed...or wanted, and thus began making the best of it where I was. The couch became my bed of course, I hardly ever left it. Luckily, there was a small bathroom on this floor, though my bathing consisted of standing (or rather balancing) on one leg in front of the sink while I washed myself. I can't even remember the last time I had washed my hair, I guess when it started standing up all on its own, I'd do something about it. Until then...

And though the kitchen was on the same level, even hobbling around in there posed problems for me. Cooking anything that needed attention being paid to was out of the question. For now, I didn't have the stamina or the patience for that. Needless to say, my cell phone, the phone book, and various "take out" food joints became my primary staple as far as meals went. And with that of course, the ever-growing mess of discarded cartons, pizza boxes, empty sacks and the like that had begun to clutter up my world. I couldn't even take the fucking garbage out. Funny how the small things become monumental when you're still trying to learn how to pee while standing there on one leg. Sure, you can tell yourself it's not that hard, or that I should just sit down to pee. Which I did. But day in and day out of jumping on one foot down the hallway (no it was too big of a bother to try and negotiate my slick floors with the fucking crutches) sort of takes it out of you after a while. So then I started peeing in a large mason jar instead. Hell of a lot easier. Until I had stacked ten of them behind the couch full of piss. Now what?

It was time to get a maid. Someone who would come in and clean up after my filthy self. Someone who wouldn't mind emptying out mason jars full of piss hopefully. At least until I got a better handle on this missing leg thing. But at the moment, I was holding onto my anger, my "woe is me" attitude, and hating everyone around me that was still walking around on two good legs.

Life wasn't fucking fair. And since it wasn't, then whoever was unfortunate enough to come in and clean up after me, was just going to have to deal with it. At least I had plenty of money...the accident, insurance policies, and one hell of a good attorney had seen to that. So whoever came in to pick up my messes would at least get paid well for doing so. I figured in doing that, they could keep their mouths shut and just do what needed to be done.

I searched through the ads looking for someone that was willing to come in once or twice a week. Oh yeah, and the last thing I wanted or needed, was someone who'd remind me of my mother. Or worse...act like one. No, I wanted someone younger, willing to put up with my nasty old filthy self. Yeah I know, it was a lot to ask. But I was willing to pay for it too. Hopefully they'd even be good looking or attractive. Not that it really mattered, since the accident, the last thing I had on my mind was anything to do with sex. It was almost like I had lost my dick, and not my leg. Not that it really mattered. In a way...I had.

After ruling out several possibilities, I ended up with only two possible choices that even sounded remotely close to what I was looking for. The first one...no one answered, though I left a message. I then dialed the second number. On the third ring, someone finally answered.

"Hello?"

"May I speak with Karen? Karen Martial?" I asked.

"Sorry...you must have the wrong number."

"Ok, thanks," I said hanging up, suddenly irritated. I could have sworn I had dialed the number correctly. I looked at the ad in the paper again, making sure of the number, and then redialed.

"Hello?" Came the same voice I'd heard only moments ago. I considered just simply hanging up, and almost did, until she spoke again. "Is this about the ad in the paper for the cleaning lady?"

I was surprised when she said that. That, and a little confused, especially if I did indeed have the wrong number. "Yes...yes it is, but you said..."

"Yeah, the number listed was listed incorrectly so it seems. This is the third call I've received today from someone looking for a cleaning lady."

"Oh, well that makes sense...sort of," I responded back. "I'm sorry to have bothered..."

"Funny though," she continued on interrupting me. "I've been looking for a part time job here myself...maybe I should look into something like that. What're you paying anyway? And what all's involved?"

She sounded young, and interesting. I could almost see the smile on her face. I gave her a number, higher than I'd actually intended, but then gave her the bad news.

"Ok, that's doable. And as far as everything else goes you told me, we'll discuss that in detail after I get there. I'm sure we can come to some agreements," she informed me. "Is three o'clock this afternoon good for you then?" She asked. It was a little after noon now. I figured I could at least clean up a little. Not the room...me.

"Yeah, three's good," I told her, and then gave her the address. Surprisingly, as it turned out, she only lived two miles away from where I did. "Oh yeah, I've been by there many times," she informed me. "There's that really nice bakery there on the corner of the street, just a few houses down from you."

There was, and I confirmed that with her, wondering then if perhaps I hadn't in fact run into her there before as I'd very often frequented the place myself. Up until the accident that is...since then, the furthest I'd been was out on my porch a few times to pick up the paper. After hanging up with her, I managed to hop down the hallway to the bathroom where I proceeded to take a bath in the sink. At least I wouldn't smell bad, even if my hair was in fact starting to stand on end all by itself.

**

Tracy, as she introduced herself to me was a young, and rather attractive looking woman. I guessed her to be in her late twenties at the most. She worked part time as it was, doing some book editing, made decent enough money whenever she did that, but unfortunately, it didn't promise or guarantee her a steady income. Doing something in addition to this, on the side, would help her make ends meet a little easier. And it was something that she could manage to work both jobs around time-wise. Even though she rolled her eyes and almost covered her nose when she saw the conditions I was living in. I almost felt bad for the way things looked, especially as cute as she was. She wore her dark hair short, almost too short, but in a sassy, almost devilish sort of way, with the bangs far longer, and constantly falling over into her eyes where she almost continuously brushed them away. It was almost annoying, in a cute sort of way. She had nice tits too, or from what little I could tell anyway. But then again, I hadn't really been thinking along those lines recently, so even thinking the word "tits" was almost enough. Not like she was big busted, nor small. Probably average in proportion to her five and a half foot frame. I think her most striking feature to be honest about it...besides her tits, were her almost gray colored eyes, that seemed striking, along with her delicate features, small nose, full sensual lips, and a dimple in the middle of her chin that became even more pronounced whenever she smiled. Though looking around the room at the moment, she wasn't doing much of that.

I had introduced myself to her as Jack, trying to make light of it. "Call me Jack," I had told her. "Not so nimble...or quick," I had added. She ignored my comment however, along with my attempt at humor.

"First things first," she informed me. "I'll be back first thing in the morning to get this place back in shape again...and then back the day after tomorrow to finish things up, and then begin working with you."

"With me? Regarding what?" I questioned.

"Getting you up and off your ass again for one thing," she announced taking me by surprise. Hell, I hadn't even officially hired her yet, and I was already thinking about firing her just for her attitude, tits or no tits. Though that's probably what saved her. She was cute, and she reminded me of me...when I was about her age. Had the same kind of temperament I used to have, before the accident. Now...not so much.

"You have any rubber gloves I can use?" She then asked.

"Maybe. If I do, they're under the kitchen sink," I informed her. She soon left, finding them, and then came back in, retrieving my collection of piss-filled mason jars. She then carried them two by two into the bathroom and emptied them into the toilet. When she was done, she carried them all outside to the trash, tossing them out.

"Hey!" I exclaimed, questioning. She just looked at me for a moment.

"You won't be using those anymore," she informed me. "You may look like a slob at the moment, and even act a little like one. But I know you're not. You're going to start using the bathroom again, just like everyone else does. And...I'm going to help you in showing you how to do that, and make it easier on yourself."

Like I said...if it hadn't been for her looks, and thinking about her tits, and that maybe I might actually get a peek down her blouse on occasion while she cleaned up the place, I might have sent her packing. But I didn't feel much like digging out the mason jars she'd just tossed either, so my choices were few and far between at the moment.

"And how are you planning on doing that?" I then asked sounding a bit gruff and put out with her.

"Well for one thing, my brother works for a hardware store nearby. Does a few odd jobs here and there on the side. I think you can afford to have some railings put up in the hallway here. Something to hold onto while you make your way down to the bathroom. So that's the first thing we're going to do, that...and get some additional railings in your bathroom too."

"What's the second thing?" I now asked, surprised at her idea, but admitting it had some merit, and would make things a lot safer and easier for me.

"Getting you upstairs and into a bath, and then into a nice comfy bed for a good night's sleep for another," she then stated. "You stink."

"But...but I took a bath, just before you got here," I told her.

"Washing your junk while standing in front of the sink, even if you did stand and do that, doesn't constitute a bath. You can't get to everything even doing that," she then added, though actually smiling again. Her dimple suddenly defusing my embarrassment, and irritation at being called a scum-bucket, even if I was one. "So, let me make a quick phone call to my brother, get things rolling there. After that, I'm going to help you upstairs to the bathroom and bedroom, and get you taken care of for the night. I'll be back first thing in the morning to get started on everything else. After that's done...we'll see if my coming by two or three times a week will be sufficient. For a while I'm afraid, it'll have to be every day. At least until we've cleaned things up around here sufficiently for you to actually live here, and not in a pig-sty, and secondly, to see you start fending more for yourself than you obviously have been."

I had to glance at her tits once again to keep from saying anything. Funny what a combination of embarrassment, truth, and pride can do in getting in the way of things. Damn fucking confusing for one thing. But I had to admit, there was something about this girl I actually did like...besides her tits.

"Ok, let's get you upstairs and into the bath. While you're doing that...I'll get some fresh sheets on your bed. I'm sure you could use them. That...and a change of clothes too no less."

Ok, she had me there. At the moment, all I was wearing was my old ratty bathrobe, and a pair of boxer shorts. And even then, I wasn't sure if I'd already turned them inside out or not. Don't laugh...but it gave me an extra days worth of laundry. Yeah, I'd been doing those in the sink too. After all, the laundry room was down stairs. Go figure.

I stood there looking up the stairs. All twenty-two steps. It was like taking on Mount Everest. At least for me anyway.

"Just lean on me, I'll help you up," she informed me. Hell, I was twice her size, and weight. Well...I used to be anyway. Amazing how much one leg actually does weigh when I later thought about it. But...surprisingly, we managed. And she was a hell of a lot stronger than she looked too. And ok...I sort of liked it when she put her arm around my waist to support me, and when I put my arm around her shoulder for support. I didn't mind the trip, or taking my time making my way upstairs and into the bathroom. Actually looking forward to taking a bath, though again, that fear came rushing back. Getting in and out of the tub wasn't going to be easy. She saw the look.

"I'll make sure my brother does something about this room too," she told me. "Now...give me your clothes," she said as she began running me a bath.

"I'm sorry...what?"

"You're clothes. You can't very well take a bath with your clothes on now can you? And you're going to need some help getting in and out of the tub. No room for modesty, or inhibitions now either. I've seen it before...nothing is going to offend or shock me."

"No...but I'll embarrass myself," I thought quietly. Talk about piss poor timing. I hadn't thought about sex in month's...maybe even years, especially since my divorce. So here I am, not actually fully erect or anything...but I was getting there. And here she was, waiting for me to take off my clothes. And me, still not remembering if I'd already worn my shorts more than two or three times already.

"Well?" She asked almost impatiently, folding her arms beneath her breasts waiting on me. "I haven't got all day you know," she then added making it even worse. She actually looked sexy standing there, even with a frown on her face, especially with her breasts suddenly jutting out, with her arms folded beneath them the way they were. And me...sitting on the edge of the tub starting to get a "Willy". I took off the robe. And sure enough, my Johnson was sticking up through the opening of my shorts, well...sort of anyway. I think it was as nervous as I was, but curious too. And of course...she saw it. Her frown not quite so much a frown as it once was. Just a hint of an upturn to her lips, not so much as to call it a smile or anything...more like a quirk. "And what the hell did that mean anyway?" I wondered.

"Make sure you wash that...and your balls too," she informed me pointedly, once again taking me by surprise. "I can only imagine," she then said adding insult to injury as she bent over reaching for my shorts, pulling them suddenly down my legs. Thank god they were still reasonably clean.

I of course was speechless. Now sitting there naked in front of her, and yeah...Willy was now one...with a capital "W". And now she did smile, helping me to ease down into the tub. That deliciously hot tub full of water.

"You can relax...after you wash up," she told me. "I'll be back in to get you, and finish washing you up, after I've changed the sheets on your bed." And with that...she left.

"And finish...washing me up?" I once again said aloud this time. "Jesus H!" I exclaimed looking down at myself. "You'd better be fucking gone by the time she gets back then," I added. And somehow knew...it wouldn't be.

**

I had washed what I could...what I could reach, though now sitting there annoyed and angry with myself. If you can only imagine...I had actually reached down to wash what wasn't there anymore. How soon we forget. Though I know it had something to do with that phantom leg thing. I'd already reached down a number of times to scratch an itch on my foot that wasn't there anymore. Funny that. Not so much. But...I was leaning back, relaxing now, even starting to doze off a little when she knocked on the door, and then walked in without my saying it was ok. Like I had a choice in the matter.

"Feel better now?" She asked waking me from my snooze. At least Willy was willy now, though she actually looked down directly at it. "And you did wash everything yes?" She asked.

"Yes," I said a bit harshly, not liking the assumption that I might not have.

"Good...now sit up, and I'll do your back for you," she said coming over to sit on the side of the tub, taking up the wash cloth and soap as she began scrubbing me down. Surprisingly, that felt good too. Maybe it had to do with someone else's hands touching me...even doing that. It had been after all, quite a while since anyone had. Far longer than I even cared to remember.

"That feels nice, thank you," I actually said, surprising us both perhaps, though she smiled at me upon hearing that.

"You're welcome. But tell me...when's the last time you masturbated?"

I was sure I had soap in my ears and hadn't heard her right. There was no fucking way she had just asked me that, not right out of the blue, and not with me hardly knowing anything about her.

"I'm sorry...what?"

"You heard me. When was the last time you even jerked off?" She asked again still washing my back, almost peering over my shoulder, though by now, I sort of had my hands in my crotch, as though attempting to keep little willy from hearing what it was she'd just asked me.

"Now listen here," I began, like I was suddenly going to stand up, get out of the tub and rush off.

She just shook her head. "That's what I thought," she said interrupting me. "No wonder you're acting like a grumpy old man. When was the last time you even did anything?" She asked once more. I think I swallowed my tongue though, no words would come, though my mind was actually trying to think far enough back the last time I had gone out and done anything.

"Maybe...a year ago?" I actually stated.

"Holy shit!" She exclaimed. "No wonder you're feeling sorry for yourself then," she said hitting me between the eyes. "Tell me you at least were jerking off once in a while though...until this anyway," she now said reaching down to actually place her hand on my knee, just above where the rest of my leg was missing. I flinched, splashing water on her, though she didn't really react to that, even though the white blouse she had on was now partially clinging to her...to her breasts which I now realized, weren't encased in any kind of a bra either. I could now see the darker coloring of her nipples.

"Fuck!" I said, not even realizing I'd spoken aloud as she looked down at herself, saw what I was, and laughed.

"Well at least your still human...but you didn't answer my question yet either. So...when was it? A week ago? A month ago? What?"

And then I did something I hadn't done, not even since losing my leg. I started to cry.

**

When I felt her slide over along the bathtub I figured the bath was done, expecting her to reach out in order to help me stand up. She reached out...but not in the way I was expecting. Suddenly, I sat watching as her delicate hand dipped between my legs beneath the water. I felt it as she wrapped her hand around my now very limp, very flaccid cock and began fondling it, very intimately, very softly. I looked up into her eyes, questioning, still unable to speak.

"Just relax, enjoy it...it will make you feel a whole lot better," she said softly, reassuringly. Although startled, surprised at this unexpected show of compassion, I remained at a loss for words, now closing my eyes, sinking into the almost dreamlike eroticism I was now experiencing at the touch of her caressing hand. "By the way...you really do have a nice looking cock."

The sound of her voice, her words once again surprising me. There was an edge to them I hadn't heard before, an excitement that was coming through as she spoke. I opened my eyes once again...looking, even smiling a little as I glanced down at myself. I was hard...very hard, and sat watching, feeling...as her hand cupped, fondled, stroked and then teased my large swollen head. I was literally in heaven sitting here.

"God that feels..."

"Good?" She laughed. "It damn well better, I love giving hand jobs...blowjobs," she suddenly added, hinting perhaps...though taking it no further, continuing to stroke and manipulate my cock as I felt my balls tighten, the first tingle of pending release already warning me mentally I was only moments away from spewing here.

"Very good!" I moaned speaking the words. "You're going to make me..."

"Cum?" She again finished for me. "Yes Jack, I am. I'm going to make you cum. Make you cum hard, feel really good. You're going to spurt for me soon aren't you? Ejaculate all over...you need it, you need to Jack. This beautiful hard cock needs to spurt and squirt it's delicious creamy seed for me..."

This time I finished for her. Looking down just as she was, the first massive spray of my cum suddenly skyrocketing upwards, so forceful that it nearly hit her in the face. An arching stream of semen shooting up and over her right shoulder, landing somewhere beyond on the bathroom floor. Neither one of us cared, the second, almost equally intense jettison of my spunk even then escaping as she slightly adjusted her position. I watched in total fascination as she received this one against her already wet blouse. The markings of my explosion splattering against her like bouncing hot popcorn, saturating her shirt, wetting it in places not already wet from my previous flinching. She laughed, taking delight in it, seeing her now sticky blouse clinging to her where it hadn't been already.

"That was a big one Jack. And a nice one. Obviously...it's been a while."

Words failed me, but somehow I managed..."Thank you," I didn't know what else to say.

**

After unplugging the drain, she then reached for the wash cloth again, now washing away a few of the cum curdles that remained, still clinging to my shaft and balls where the balance of my volcanic eruption had oozed down coating nearly everything. Once I was clean again, she then helped me to stand, drying me off with a soft fresh towel that she had managed to secure from the linen closet prior to coming back in. Wrapping me back in my robe again, I stood expecting her to help me hobble back down the hallway towards my bedroom. Instead, she deftly reached up and slowly began undoing her blouse. In moments, she'd removed it, now washing herself. I stood, one hand on the sink for support, totally enthralled, amazed, yet again surprised as she showed no modesty in revealing her magnificent breasts. She washed them each, taking her time, her rose colored nipples, the size of silver dollars already hard, puckered and crinkled erotically. To my surprise, I could feel the renewal of my erection having grown once more. Perhaps not quite as hard or angry looking as it had been. But definitely standing once again. She smiled upon seeing that.

"You have remarkable recuperative powers," she grinned. "Perhaps later...just before bed, to help you sleep...I'll do that again for you. Would you like that?"

I shook my head in the affirmative, grinning like a fool. I couldn't help it. She just continued to smile, and still bare breasted, now had me lean on her once more as we made our way down the hall towards my bedroom.

After placing me down onto the bed, she turned. "I need to borrow one of your shirts," she told me. "After that, I'll go down and start making something for dinner. You relax, watch TV, or take a nap." I pointed at the closet.

"Help yourself, whatever you want to wear," I said still quivering, excited and aroused once more. Surprised to find that I was, sitting there with my hard cock standing full, proud and erect between my legs. She walked to the closet, pulled out an old pinstriped shirt, one of my favorites in fact, putting it on. She looked damn good in it too as she tied the shirttail in a tight neat knot just beneath her breasts, leaving her midriff exposed.

"And don't you be doing anything with that," she said looking over, seeing my new-formed erection. "After we eat...I'll do something else nice and relaxing for you too," she said walking over, and then kissed my forehead. My eyes taking that opportunity to glance down the front of my shirt, the swell of her soft breasts just peeking out at me, wishing as she did that I might suckle them. She stepped back however, taking away the temptation, though I know I wouldn't have acted upon it. Even with what she had done, hinted at...I was still taken aback at what had happened...and why.

"Shouldn't take too long. I'm sure I'll find something, and if not...then I'll run out and get something. Not fast food either," she said almost sternly. "You need a good home-cooked meal."

What I needed, was to feel her pussy sliding over my cock. But I would settle for something good to eat. I wasn't about to look a gift horse in the mouth...let alone another hand job, since she'd already promised more or less, to expect one before I turned in for the night. Tracy left the room then closing the door behind her. I pulled myself further up into the bed, slipping beneath the covers, listening to the soft footfalls of her feet as she walked down the hall, and then the stairs until I couldn't hear her any more.

"Holy fucking shit!" I then said to myself, realizing as I said that...all this, because of a wrong number!

**

I had in fact dozed off. Though it might have had something to do with laying in my own bed for a change...that, and having been given a totally delicious hand job that had sapped the strength right out of me. Not to mention pent up frustrations that I'd been stupidly holding on to. Hearing the soft click of my bedroom door opening, I glanced up as Tracy entered the room, carrying a tray with her, with two plates, each one filled with a heaping helping of pasta...meatballs and garlic bread. The aroma of the food already assailing my senses, waking me fully immediately. Tracy pulled over a small table I had set off to one side, clearing it and then placing our platters down on it, along with a bottle of wine. One I'd been saving for a special occasion. It seemed appropriate under the circumstances.

"Hope you don't mind. But I opened this bottle of wine. It was dusty, and looking like it needed to be opened," she smiled leaning over to pour us both a glass. Once again I was treated to the delight of her soft firm breasts just peeking out of the top of my pin-stripe shirt as she bent forward. She laughed, seeing where I was still looking as she stood up again.

"You like looking at those huh?" She quipped, taking her seat across from me there on the bed as I swung my legs...leg, around repositioning myself.

"They're...they're very pretty," I managed, sticking a fork in the pasta, swirling it before shoving a large delicious mouthful of it into my face. "It's...well, it's been a while since I've even seen any...you know, live, up close and personal like that," I added talking with my mouth full, savoring the treat that now assaulted my taste buds. Chasing that with a sip of wine...taking delight in that as well.

"Thank you," she told me. "Been a while for me too," she then added surprising me with the admission.

"It has? I find that hard to believe," I said munching on the still warm garlic bread. "As cute and attractive as you are? Why?" I'd stated before realizing that it was perhaps not really any of my business.

"I'll explain later. Right now eat! Enjoy your food. We can talk about all that, and a few other things after that. Not to mention the regimen I am planning for you. Which reminds me, Jerry...my brother, will be here tomorrow, installing a few things, getting you better set up to move about more on your own here. And starting tomorrow, we're going to start exercising, building up some strength in you again, especially in your leg. You'll need that when the time comes to fit you for a prosthesis. If you don't, you'll never learn to walk on it correctly."

I don't know why, but my mood suddenly changed. Like flipping a switch on the wall. One moment things were pleasant, if not downright cozy. And then suddenly, here she was, bossing me around, planning out this work out regimen for me, one that I was honestly not ready mentally or emotionally to undertake. Bed or no bed, good food, nice tits...sweet hand job. I was suddenly wondering if I hadn't made a huge mistake here. Suddenly the couch and my mason piss bottles didn't seem quite so bad again. She saw the look too, the change of expression in my face.

"Don't even go there," she warned me putting her fork down, taking a sip of her drink, her eyes boring into my own. "I won't put up with any of your bullshit either," she added. "You're going to do this."

"And why should I?" I said answering back, draining my wine and then folding my arms across my chest like an insolent twelve year old.

"Because if you don't, you'll wind up old and lonely, and probably dead within two or three years. That's why," she said glaring back. "And I have no intention of allowing you to do that. And besides, I'll make sure you have plenty of incentive for doing so." Once again she sat up, leaning back in her chair, and slowly began undoing the buttons on her blouse again, or rather my shirt. I was licking my lips watching her, feeling the arousal once more making an appearance. "Unless you're not interested of course," she smiled wickedly, suddenly exposing her breasts.

I was suddenly interested. I pushed away from the table, rolled over back onto the bed looking at her hopefully.

"Sorry Charlie...you want these? Then you're going to have to earn them," she informed me. She stood, walking over to the door. I thought she was about to leave when she reached around behind it, out in the hallway, and came back in carrying my crutches. "We'll start with these," she said. "Now."

"Now?"

"Yes...right now. What you're going to do, is walk down to the end of the hallway and back again. All by yourself. Without any help from me. So if you want to play with these some, or have me do anything else for you, you're going to do it. Otherwise...I'm going home for the night and we can try this again tomorrow. Your choice. What's it going to be?"

Almost angrily, I grabbed the crutches from her, standing, and then slowly began making my way out of the room. She followed me, though only to the door.

"All the way," she said standing there as I clumsily balanced on them, making my way, looking back, tempted to cheat if I could...but she stood until I had gone all the way down the hall, turning. "Very good...now, come get your reward," she told me, and then disappeared back into the room again.

"Fuck!" I said, seeing her go, turning, regaining my balance, and slowly began making my way back down the hall again towards the bedroom.

**

It took a while for me before I made it back to the bedroom. When I did, I got through the door, only to find Tracy laying beneath the covers of my bed, though she sat up just enough that her beautiful bare breasts sat looking at me.

"Wow!" I exclaimed, not even realizing I had vocalized my thoughts. I mean here I was, an old man, a cripple at that, and I had this gorgeous, young attractive looking woman, laying naked in my bed! "Did I say naked?" I asked myself, suddenly realizing she was, with her levis jeans discarded, folded over the end of the bed along with my shirt, and what appeared to be a tiny black thong. Yes...she was naked. In my bed! I hobbled over towards her, tossing my crutches off to one side, then jumped twice reaching the end of the bed. She held out her hand however stopping me.

"Not so fast," she grinned delightfully. "Before you go jumping into bed with me, you need to hear something, and then make me a promise."

"Shit!" I thought to myself. "More conditions!" However...seeing her like this was almost worth anything she might throw at me, especially if there was a promise of something more than she'd either done or hinted at so far. The thought of actually fucking her...though again I stopped, seeing the image inside my own head. Me...half a man, one leg gone, trying to be manly for her. Missionary was out, I'd couldn't support myself. And so was doggy. Hell, with my luck, I'd probably topple over sideways and injure us both. Suddenly the seductive prospects were dwindling. About the only real option, would be her sitting on me. Not so bad mind you, but it would keep her firmly in control of the situation. And right now, I felt like I was the one who needed to be, more for myself than anything. But there it was.

"What kind of a promise?" I asked.

"Promise that you'll listen to what I have to tell you. And then promise me that you'll do what I tell you to do...and trust me because of it. I can assure you Jack, I have some idea of what you're feeling, going through. And I want to help you, see you through all this."

"That's a lot to agree to," I responded back. Not at all sure that I could. Even with what she was possibly offering in return.

"Yes, it is...but I think you can do it Jack, though not without my help. So...will you promise to do that? Hear me out? Listen to me and then do what I tell you to do when I tell you to do it?"

For a moment I could have sworn she was the devil incarnate, and that I was in the process of losing my soul to her. She just looked so fucking hot, so desirable laying there with those gorgeous tits of hers hanging out.

"Ok, I'll try."

"Not good enough," she frowned now pulling the sheets up covering her breasts. "To quote someone...don't just try, do. Promise me that you will."

I sighed, looking at her, knowing what was waiting for me beneath the sheets. "Ok, you win...I promise." She smiled again, making me smile as I once again reached for the edge of the bed preparing to swing down to it.

"One more thing."

I sighed again, frustrated. "Now what?"

"Pull off the sheet." Now I grinned, reaching for it, yanking it...watching as it slowly came away, revealing her gorgeous tits again, those amazingly hard large nipples of hers. I continued to pull on the sheet, slowly revealing the tautness of her tight belly, the sudden appearance of her quim, a small triangle of neatly trimmed pubic hair just above her mons, beckoning to me as I continued to pull the sheets away further. I stood there admiring her supple, well honed, well toned body. Her muscular thighs...her, her leg?

Tracy was missing her right leg, just below the knee. Just like me.

"What the fuck?"

"Like I said Jack. I know what you're going through. I know what it's like to go through what you're about to. And I know a lot more too Jack. I know what it's like to be alone. Oh sure...you're thinking, but she's young, cute...maybe sexy even. But let me tell you something Jack, in the five years it's been since I lost my leg...every date I've had, every man I've gone out with, for one reason or another, broke things off with me, usually before our third date. IF we even managed to reach it that far. Most...hung around, just long enough to get the cripple girl into bed. At least that's how I used to see myself Jack. Same way I am sure you do. The guys saw me as something unique perhaps, something kinky, something to be explored, even used in a way...which it was. But never anything more than that. After a while, I gave up trying, hoping for anything. Once they knew...once they saw the girl with the missing leg, and had had their fantasy moment with me, they were ready to go and look elsewhere. So I know Jack. I know how cruel people can be. And I also know how hard I was on myself because of it. But surprisingly, that got me through it too Jack. It gave me confidence to know who I really was, what I wanted out of life, and not willing to settle for anything less than that. When you told me why you needed someone to come in, clean up and do things for you...because of your leg. I knew then, you were the reason I was treading water for a while. Well now I'm done with that. I'm ready to swim again. And I'm ready to teach you how to swim. But I can't do it for you Jack. All I can do is help you, and teach you how. IF...you're willing. So...are you Jack? Can you accept me like this, can you accept yourself?"

I was still stunned. There had been nothing, and I mean nothing to indicate, or hint at the fact she was missing a leg herself. "Where's your..."

She pointed towards the corner of the room where she had propped up her artificial leg. It still had her matching tennis shoe attached to it. "Didn't even know did you?" She challenged. "And that's the way it can be for you too Jack, with a lot of hard work and effort. But like I said, I'll be there...I'll show you how, and that, I promise you!"

"So...you'll teach me how to swim then," I said using the analogy she'd begun using.

"Yes...I will."

"Ok, deal...but can we at least start off slowly? Maybe...with the breast stroke first?"

She laughed at that, jiggled her tits at me, "Sounds like a good place to start," she chuckled, and then adding. "And after which...I'll even teach you how to dive."

"Trust me...that one I do know. It may very well be a while since I've done any diving, but one things for damn sure Tracy. That one...I do know how to do."

"Well in that case, how about you come over here and teach me then?" She said, spreading her legs for me.

You want to know what really struck me about that, when she did that? It looked damn fucking hot...that's what. I'm not even sure I can explain it with words to make anyone understand what I saw...or felt at that moment. I mean here is this gorgeous, lovely young woman, naked in my bed...waiting for me, wanting me. I wasn't even looking at her missing leg, as even being missing. I didn't see that, it just didn't register. All I saw was her...this normal, attractive good looking woman. Did I just say normal? Yes...I did. Same as me. I was normal too, same as anyone. And that's when I realized I had to quit looking at myself as something less than that. Less than a man. Maybe I didn't physically get my leg back...well not yet, not until I was fully healed better. But I did get my emotional leg back. Along with my dick...though that had already started making an appearance before the rest of it had. Thanks to Tracy.

"So...how do we do this?" I asked sort of curiously.

"Just like everyone else," she said simply. "You come over here, and put it in me. It's just like riding a bike, once you climb on...everything comes back to you."

"I don't remember peddling a bike with one leg," I retorted, trying to make light of this unique situation.

"I did...still do sometimes. You just push, lift, and wait for it to come back around, and then do it again."

I looked at her...she was being serious. "But with regards to the other? Not much difference. And in fact, I've actually discovered some interesting positions, interesting things you can do that others can't. And I'm already thinking about a few more things, the TWO of us can do, enjoy...and experience with one another. So...you interested?"

My rock hard cock told her that much as I crawled up between her legs. "I think we'll start out with the breast stroke first, and maybe a little diving. After that...you can show me whatever you want to. I can assure you Tracy, I'm a fast learner."

"I'm sure you are," she moaned softly as my hands finally encircled her breasts, teasing and toying her hard taut nipples, her pussy only inches away from my face as I looked at it, enjoying her aroma, savoring the wet slick essence of her juices already pooling there in front of me. I made her cum, twice, and then lifted myself up, as she guided me into her. We rolled onto our sides, facing one another, her stump, on my good leg, and my stump on hers. They in turn caressed, moved like hands, softly, sensual...arousing. We kissed, we touched, petted and stroked. And then slowly, ever so slowly, I slid inside her, where she gathered me in, inch by precious inch, until we were at last joined together.

Afterwards, we lay there for the longest time, languishing in the sensation of our combined juices leaking out of her, saturating the two of us. Arms and bodies wrapped, entwined, legs...and no legs caressing, touching. It was the most amazing experience I'd ever known.

"Well I'll say one thing...you sure don't fuck like an old man," she giggled rolling away from me, nimble as ever as she actually hopped out of bed, landing on one foot without any hands.

"Suddenly, I don't feel old anymore either," I said grinning from ear to ear, looking at her, drinking in her beauty as she stood there balancing herself, looking like some sort of erotic statue. I was already getting hard again, this time letting her see it, letting her see the effect she was having on me.

"So...you're thinking about going again are you?" She asked.

I just smiled at her.

"You'll need to earn it," she said glancing at my cock, and then my face. "That's the rules...no free rides here," she stated. I expected her to go over and put on her artificial leg, but she merely jumped on one foot, heading towards the door.

"Where you going?"

"I need to pee."

"You're going to hop all the way down the hall to the bathroom?" I asked incredulously.

"Do it all the time. And besides...if you get that lazy ass of yours out of bed, it'll be worth watching me do that. You should see the way my tits bounce up and down whenever I do that. She turned, heading out the door. I flew out of bed myself, jumping quickly towards the door, reaching it, holding on...not quite as "Jack be nimble yet" as I would have liked. But now more determined than ever to be! I poked my head out, watching her. Watching that sweet fine ass as she bounced down the hallway. Tits hell. That was every bit as exciting to watch too. She made the doorway, turned back...looking at me. Stay right there. The return trips even better," she laughed.

She was right. It was too.

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