The night is getting late but it's been fun. Jennie and I are still enjoying ourselves. She comes back from a dance with a dude. He kisses her and then finishes his drink.
"Bye ladies. Gotta work tomorrow. I hate working weekends. It's been fun tonight." Nice guy. He's paid for several drinks.
I glance over to the corner. The cute guy is still there and he's looking. Definitely at me. "I'll give him something to look at," I think to myself. I pull up my short skirt and remove my prosthetic leg. I set in on the bar and rub my stub with both hands. Yes, he's definitely staring now. I giggle to myself.
"Hey Jennie, I'm gonna go play for a few minutes. I'll be back, girlfriend. Watch my leg."
"Okay, Sandy. Be careful, hun. I'll be here if you need me."
She's my best friend forever. I love her. Now I pick up the crutch I have leaning against the bar. It comes in handy when I need to get rid of the prosthetic for a while. I smile to myself.
"Hi, sailor. Wanna go for a walk?" I'm looking into his face. He's not sure. I can be a little intimidating, I know. "Got a car here?"
He can't help staring at the crutch and then at my stub peeking out from under my soft, clingy skirt. Come on, dude. I'm hot and you know it.
"Um, yeah, sure. I have my car. Yeah, sure." And he stands up, barely concealing the hardon he has. I knew it. I know the type by now. He's been wondering all night, staring at me. This is his lucky day. I'm happy to see he's packing some nice sausage for me. I giggle as I lead the way towards the back door. The parking lot is around back of the club.
He touches my arm as we walk down the hall. "You sure about this?" I stop, lean against the wall, and raise my stub. I pull him close and rub his prick with it. I giggle as he groans and leans into what is still there of my leg, just above where the knee was. I caress him with it and feel him stiffening even more. I look up at him as he leans down and kisses me, grabbing my round ass and humping my stub. His hand touches my leg and then he gently, but eagerly, runs his fingers over it.
His hand finds my panties, creeps a finger around the edge, and begins feeling my wetness. I want whatever he has for me. He can have what I have. I know he wants it now as he fucks my pussy with a probing finger. Oh, fuck, I tremble as a shiver runs through my body starting from my tender vulva and racing through me. So good. I hear him moaning as he kisses me again, his tongue seeking the heat of my lips and mouth.
I pull away from him. "Come on, sport. We have some playing to do." I get my crutch under my arm and take his hand away from my pussy. I feel the wetness from my own juices. Soon we're going out the door.