Stocking Shelves

By Peggy Buxton

Rubin Martin was just doing a favor for a coworker by collecting late payments. He did not know that he would be introduced to Myra Jones, an older amputee, but now Rubin understood the feelings she had aroused within him. Working at Dash Superstores stocking shelves, cleaning up spills, and dealing with corporate spies checking up on employees, Rubin rushed to aid Virginia Bryant when she fell.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Peggy Buxton
• Release date: Oct 14, 2017
• ISBN: 9781370246786

Peggy Buxton

Author, wife, lover, and amputee. I have been missing my left leg for years. Growing up I felt that it should not be there, and it is has been a blessing to have it gone. Today's term for this condition is BIID and in the past simply referred to as being a 'wannabe'. I am a full-time crutch user. Like my husband, I find amputees fascinating. 'Devotee' is the frequently used term. My stories have characters that mirror my life in some manner - wanted/needed to be an amputee or want to live with an amputee. I make no apology for my descriptions of these people and there is no intent to take away from the suffering of some amputees. I love feedback on the stories, but I cannot promise to reply.

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Stocking Shelves

Peggy Buxton

Copyright 2017 by Peggy Buxton

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Myra Jones was my first amputee and one of my first real lovers despite that I was thirty. I will never forget the first time I saw her. I was collecting payments for a coworker’s newspaper route, going door-to-door with a list of addresses and money owed. She opened the door, and I introduced myself as Rubin Martin and explained what I was doing. She apologized for the late payment and invited me inside while she got her purse. It was the first I noticed she had only one leg.

Rubin, how much? she said.

I told her without stopping looking at the empty space under her where the leg used to be. She was older, probably early forties, and carried more weight than she should have, but I assumed that had something to do with using crutches. Still she was pretty. What did I know about beauty, or women? I still had much to learn.

Here, she said, handing me money.

Thank you. I made an entry on the list and dropped the cash in my pocket.

You’re not the regular paperboy, are you?

No, ma’am. He’s sick, and I offered to help. I continued to look with many thoughts flooding my mind.

It’s not so bad having one leg, she said, noticing what I was staring at.

I wouldn’t know.

I’d be happy to answer any questions you have. She stepped towards the couch and sat down, patted the cushion next to her. Do you have a girlfriend?

I wish. I chuckled then sat down.

She pulled her skirt up exposing the end of her stump. It’s not so bad looking. Touch it if you want.

So I touched my first stump. It was soft and round with a scar across the end. Whatever I had expected, it was far nicer. I heard her moan softly so I continued to massage all over. Her thighs were parted, and I could see the whites of her panties as if she did not mind. I rubbed up the inside of her thigh, and she spread them more. Her eyes closed, and she moaned a little louder as my finger touched the cotton.

Yes-s, she moaned, taking my fingers and pressing them underneath. Please.

I’d like that.

So would I. She pulled my lips against hers and kissed me deeply. Yes. We could pretend I was your girlfriend.

We went to her bedroom and undressed. I wondered if Robert had enjoyed her, although I had never heard about her from him, so I thought not. Why was I the lucky guy? I would not mess with this gift right now by asking.

I can’t get pregnant, she assured me as we settled beside each other on the large bed.

We kissed and held each other close. She felt good, especially her smallish breasts.

Take your time, no need to rush.

I was glad she was the last on the list. None of the others had offered what she was, and I was ready to sample all of her pleasures.

I guess I was.

I’m your first?

In many ways.

I’m glad. We can do whatever you wish.

I was more erect than ever before as I sucked her nipples. I wanted inside her, but I was sure I would get to do many other things before. She had a bit of a muffin-top, just enough to hang down some. Maybe I grabbed at it and shook it, but she said nothing until I kissed it.

Yeah-h, she moaned, play with my belly.

I did, rolling it about, shaking it, and enjoying how it felt.

It was one of my better features until I lost my leg.

I like it. What did she mean?

I’ve never been the skinny girl. Some guys like bigger ladies.

You look great.

Flattery is good. She snickered.

I rubbed between her thighs. She was shaved there so I could see everything. She was damp. A finger snaked inside and felt around while she moaned and squirmed about. I added a second then returned to just one. I kissed over the opening and it tasted nice so I continued, driving my tongue inside replacing the finger.

I hope you like me down there.

Uh-huh, I mumbled without removing my mouth.

Let me show you something. She fingered around. Suck there, but be gentle.

So I did and moments later she was in the throws of a massive climax.

New Day

Robert Clark and I worked at the Dash Superstore - like a larger Walmart Supercenter - stocking shelves. It was boring work, but it helped to pay the bills. We started there at the same time, but that was about all that we had in common. Often, we had lunch together which was how I knew about the paper delivery job.

Thanks for helping. I had a date and there was no way I would miss that. She puts out like a bunny.

Where’d you meet her?

Paper route. You’d be amazed at how horny some of those housewives are. Their husbands must not get the job done.

Whoa. How do I get so lucky? I groaned, but thought about Myra without mentioning anything about what happened.

One comes to mind. I wouldn’t have anything to do with her, but she made it obvious she was interested. He paused and ate a few bites of sandwich. "You might have seen her last night...Myra...chubby and missing a leg. I almost wish I was blind every time I go there to collect, and she’s always late paying. Man."

I guess I was disappointed that Myra was probably easy, but I had enjoyed myself enough to want more. It was the best I’d ever had, not that I’d been with many women, and none that were so ready to share themselves. But, there was something more about Myra that fascinated me that I could not put my finger on.

Why?

I just found her creepy. That whole amputee thing. Maybe some guys are into that, not me.

What if she had two legs?

Still wouldn’t be interested. I like my ladies shapely with a nice body. You sure she didn’t seem interested?

I finished my sandwich and drank the last of my Coke. It was late when I got there. We talked a bit.

Come on, you did more than talk. He laughed and playfully slugged me in the arm. Was she good?

I sheepishly nodded.

Hey, I can hook you up with someone better if all you want is great sex.

I don’t know what I want. I’ll let you know.

Well, thanks for helping out last night. Sounds like you got something out of it.

For the rest of the day, I stocked more shelves and looked at female customers. Many were larger than Myra. I pictured myself in bed with them, trying to compare each with Myra. Was that the interest? I was happy that I had experienced it,