"Come on, let's join the others, take your shirt off!"
The words are all fighting to get out of my mouth, but none of them are winning.
"What's wrong, Sol?"
"Dan I… don't have hands.."
"I suppose that's true…" He shrugs and grabs my forearm. "Quick! This way!"
He drags me a few meters deep behind the trees before throwing his clothes on the ground. With nothing but his boxers on, he gestures towards me.
"Come on, hands in the air! Uh, you know…"
I look at my stumps, confused, and lift them up towards the sky. His hands reach under my shirt and our skin touch for a brief moment. When my head emerges again, I see his eyes staring at my breasts. I feel shy, terrified, but something else, too. Confident?
"Do you need help with your pants too?"
"Let me see.."
By chance, I decided against wearing jeans today. I press my arms against my stomach and slide them under the elastic waistband of my leggings. Angling my arms outwards, I manage to push them down a few inches before my stumps lose their hold, causing my pants to snap back against my skin. Again looking at the rounded ends of my forearms, I frown and scoff.
"Don't worry about it. Here."
He indulges me again, only a lot slower this time. His hands meanders on my ass, his fingers deliberately slipping underneath my panties. I move my hips away instinctively but immediately regret it. Our eyes meet.
He mumbles an excuse, turning his face away from me. "I'm sorry, I.."
I whisper back to him : "Please… don't.. don't be.."
I grab his hand between my stumps to bring it back near my groin. I can feel his knuckles against my mound, if only for a moment, before his hands circle around my hips to drop my joggings on the ground. I step aside and set them in a nearby bush along with my shirt. We stare at each other, both wearing nothing but our underwear.
His fingers squeeze my stump when I slide it into his extended hand and he guides me out of the thicket. The cool breeze on my skin reminds me of how little clothes we have left on ourselves. I look around, as if expecting bystanders with binoculars, and his pace quickens. Before long, we’re running. Fast. As fast as we can. Our feet trample the ebb and flow of the lake and we crash into the water, both falling head over heels when it reaches our knees.
I don't like swimming. Without hands, my arms have barely any effect on the water at all. It's as efficient as stirring a bucket of water with a wooden stick. He helps me back up but I tug in the opposite direction, staying far away from the deep waters.
“Come on, Solène. Let’s get a little further.”
“Dan I…” I look back at the shore, uncertain.
“Can you swim?” He asks.
“Yes, but… It’s not really my…” His hands meet my stumps.
“It’s okay, I got you. Come.”
As easily as if he had cast a spell on me, my will fades away, like cotton candy in a glass of water. I let myself be guided deeper and deeper, until the lake’s warmth reaches up to my neck. He turns back around, asking silently. The fog in my brain thickens but can somehow still command my body. I let myself fall forward and land a kiss on his lips.
The moment when I think he'll push me away never comes. He kisses me back and I hook my arms around his neck just as he pulls me closer. Periodically, the waves crash against the back of his neck to wet our embrace even more. He hugs me tight, pressing my breasts against his chest, and grabs a handful of my butt cheeks. I swipe the hair out of his face, resting my stump on his cheek. I look behind him to check on the others, swimming further in a deeper part of the lake.
"Are they coming back?" He asks between my lips.
"Not by the looks of it." I wipe the water out of my eyes and double down on his lips, grinding my hips against his groin. "Are you cold?"
"Very."
His acting is far from convincing, but serves its purpose. He pushes me back towards the beach. I run my arms across his body, one stump looking for an anchor point on the elastic band of his boxers, the other rubbing his dick through the fabric.
"Inside." He whispers.
We leave the water behind us and dash through the wet grass. The others are where we left them, maybe even unaware of our comings and goings. He opens the door and I rush past him.
"Put this on."
He hands me an oversized bathrobe and I slip my arms in the oversized sleeves. He flips the oversized hood over my head only for it to fall across my eyes. I free my field of view only to be surprised by another kiss. My arms being too short to poke out of the robe, I bring my fleeced cuffs to his face. I can see he's shivering.
"Get in here, love."
I awkwardly open the flaps of the bathrobe and he slides himself into my arms, embracing my body with his muscular frame. Warmth has been spreading from my hips since back at the campfire, but only now can I feel the one coming from his groin, too.
He flicks his head towards the back of the cabin and I just can't refrain myself from smiling. We walk around the dispersed backpacks and through a bedroom door. I turn back when I hear it close and slowly lower my arms to point at the floor, rolling the robe off my shoulders.
Trying to look seductive, I push my breasts together with my stumps. He takes my face in his hands and kisses me once more. A shiver rockets through my nerves and I can’t help but shimmy under his skin.
“Take that off for me, will you?”
“It’ll be my pleasure”
Reaching behind my back, he undoes my bra and peels the damp fabric off my skin. I know it’s for the best, but as of now it’s even worse than before.
“First try, impressive.” My lips are quivering. I run my arms across my breasts to try to warm myself up. ”Quick get the rest.”
My panties must’ve been wet from even before our little dip in the lake. He kneels before me and promptly slides them down my legs. Before standing back up, he takes time to burrow his face into my pelvis. I close my eyes and begin to rock myself to and fro along with his rhythm, completely forgetting how cold I was a second ago. I anchor myself to his head, my other stump hovering meaninglessly near my erect nipples.
I whisper to him when he stops, begging for more. Our lips meet again. Kneeling myself, I push against his abs and fit my right arm inside his boxers. I bring them down to his heels using both stumps, maneuvering around his throbbing dick. He notices and raises an eyebrow.
“Don’t be like that, you know I’m freezing. Let’s get under the covers already.”
Now lying on his back, Dan crosses his hands behind his head and admires me when I climb on top of him. I don’t feel shy anymore. Delicately, I lower myself and allow him into me. My eyes roll back in their socket. My arms fall limp at my sides. I bring them back up to play with my breasts. My wet hair flows over my shoulders to obscure my chest and Dan’s hands clear them off.
I roll my hips against his. We waltz together in harmony, getting warmed back up with the sheets against our skin. Before long, he grabs my arm and shushes me, a finger on his lips. The others are coming back. I unceremoniously step aside from my seat and rush towards the door, sliding the metal lock in place just in time. The knob clicks and clacks and there's a knock at the door.
"Occupied!" Dan shouts at the closed door.
"Dan? Is that you? Is Solène with you?" It's Lana.
"..Y-yes, I'm here..!"
"Oh, Jesu… sorry! Sorry sorry! I'll change somewhere else!"
Lana walks away and I sigh. I feel a hand on my waist, another on my breast. I close my eyes and wait for his lips. He nudges me towards the bed where I crawl on all fours. Soon enough, his fingers meet my labia and he makes his way into me again. I arch my back under his thrusts, my stumps digging under the pillows. There are more sounds coming from the main room now. We can hear whispers, fragments of our names being mentioned.
"What do you say we get this over with?"
"Aww, so soon?" I answer, my face buried deep in the mattress. "I'm only just getting started…" I twerk my rump against his groin.
"Yeah but I'm…"
"Yeah it's okay, it's okay. Don't worry about it. Let me see your face then."
I turn around and I can finally take a breather lying on my back. That is until he slides himself back into me. With a renewed fervor, he quickens his pace. I bring my legs up and hook my stumps at their side. Feet behind my head, I let him pummel me until he's done and I'm left with nothing but the most exquisite warm feeling overcoming my entire body. He kisses me on the forehead and fixes my hair around my face. I touch his cheek with my stump tenderly.
"What now?" I ask.
He kisses me again. "I still have a beer over the campfire, care to join me ?"
—--
"Come on, let's join the others, take your shirt off!"
The words are all fighting to get out of my mouth, but none of them are winning.
"What's wrong, Sol?"
"Dan I… can't walk to the lake"
"I suppose that’s true…" He shrugs and grabs my hand to help me up. "Quick! This way!"
Squatting down at my level, he cradles me in his arms and carries me a few meters deeper behind the trees before throwing his clothes on the ground. With nothing but his boxers on, he gestures towards me.
"Come on, hands in the air! Uh, you know…"
I look at my only hand, confused, and lift it up towards the sky. His hands reach under my shirt and our skin touch for a brief moment. When my head emerges again, I see his eyes staring at my breasts. I feel shy, terrified, but something else, too. Confident?
"Do you need help with your pants too?"
"Let me see.."
By chance, I decided against wearing jeans today. I jam my thumb between my stomach and the elastic waistband of my leggings. First left then right, I easily push them down a few inches before they quickly fly past my rump. My pants roll down along the curve of my right hip and snap on my left thigh, throwing me off balance. They’re now crumpled around my ankle. I look at the stumps on my right shoulder and hip. I frown and scoff.
"Don't worry about it. Here."
He indulges me again, only a lot slower this time. His hands meander on my back, fingers running on my ribs, deliberately close to my chest. He sits back against a tree and pulls me closer so as to sit on his lap. I twist my hips and hop away instinctively but immediately regret it. Our eyes meet.
He mumbles an excuse, turning his face away from me. "I'm sorry, I.."
I whisper back to him : "Please… don't.. don't be.."
I grab his hand and guide it back near my groin. I can feel his knuckles against my mound, if only for a moment, before his hands run down my back and along my leg to reach the jogging on the ground. Accepting his aid, I lower myself on his knees and raise my foot out of my pants, setting them in a nearby bush along with my shirt. We stare at each other, both wearing nothing but our underwear.
His hand squeezes mine and he guides me out of the thicket, offering his shoulder for support. The cool breeze on my skin reminds me of how little clothes we have left on ourselves. I look around, as if expecting bystanders with binoculars, and his pace quickens. Hopping alongside him, my sole thigh can’t keep up. Before long, we take a brief pause and he holds me again. We’re running. Fast. As fast as he can with my added weight. His feet trample the ebb and flow of the lake and we crash into the water, both falling head over heels when it reaches his knees.
I don't like swimming. Without limbs on my right side, I always feel like I'm going in circles. It takes a lot of effort for me to go in a straight line. But then again, it's also hard for me to hop in the shallow water without help. He helps me back up but I tug in the opposite direction, staying far away from the deep waters.
“Come on, Solène. Let’s get a little further.”
“Dan I…” I look back at the shore, uncertain.
“Can you swim?” He asks.
“Yes, but… It’s not really my…” His hand meets my waist.
“It’s okay, I got you. Come.”
As easily as if he had cast a spell on me, my will fades away like cotton candy in a glass of water. Leaning on him like a crutch, I let myself be guided deeper and deeper, until the lake’s warmth reaches up to my neck. He turns back around, asking silently. The fog in my brain gets even thicker but can somehow still command my body. I let myself fall forward and land a kiss on his lips.
The moment when I think he'll push me away never comes. He kisses me back and I lay my hand on his chest, feeling it up and curl my arm around his neck as he pulls me closer. Periodically, the waves crash against the back of his neck to wet our embrace even more. He hugs me tight, pressing my breasts against his chest, and grabs a handful of my butt cheeks. I swipe the hair out of his face, resting my hand on his cheek. I look behind him to check on the others, swimming further in a deeper part of the lake.
"Are they coming back?" He asks between my lips.
"Not by the looks of it." I wipe the water out of my eyes and double down on his lips, grinding my hips against his groin. "Are you cold?"
"Very."
His acting is far from convincing, but serves its purpose. He pushes me back towards the beach. I run my hand across his body, first rubbing his dick through his boxer, then looking for an anchor point on its elastic band.
"Inside." He whispers.
We leave the water behind us and we walk through the wet grass, with me hopping at his side. The others are where we left them, maybe even unaware of our comings and goings. He opens the door and I rush inside.
"Put this on."
He hands me an oversized bathrobe and I slip my arm in the oversized sleeve. He flips the oversized hood over my head only for it to fall across my eyes. I free my field of view only to be surprised by another kiss. I shake my hand to poke it out of the robe and bring it to his face. He's shivering.
"Get in here, love."
I open the left flap of the bathrobe and he slides himself into my arm, embracing my body with his muscular frame. Warmth has been spreading from my hips since back at the campfire, but only now can I feel the one coming from his groin, too.
He flicks his head towards the back of the cabin and I just can't refrain myself from smiling. He strengthens his hold on me and I hook my leg around him. He walks us around the dispersed backpacks and through a bedroom door. He shuts it and lets me down, and I slowly lower my arm to point at the floor, rolling the robe off my shoulder.
Trying to look seductive, I push my breasts together with my hand. He takes my face in his own and kisses me once more. A shiver rockets through my nerves and I can’t help but shimmy under his skin.
“Take that off for me, will you?”
“It’ll be my pleasure”
Reaching behind my back, he undoes my bra and peels the damp fabric off my skin. I know it’s for the best, but as of now it’s even worse than before.
“First try, impressive.” My lips are quivering. I run my arm across my breasts to try to warm myself up. ”Quick get the rest.”
My panties must’ve been wet from even before our little dip in the lake. He kneels before me and promptly slides them down my legs. Before standing back up, he takes time to burrow his face into my pelvis. I close my eyes and begin to rock myself to and fro along with his rhythm, completely forgetting how cold I was a second ago. I anchor myself to his head, running my fingers through his curls. I run it back up across my belly to feel my erect nipples.
I whisper to him when he stops, begging for more. Our lips meet again. Kneeling myself, I push against his abs and fit my thumb inside his boxers. I bring them down to his heels, maneuvering around his throbbing dick. He notices and raises an eyebrow.
“Don’t be like that, you know I’m freezing. Let’s get under the covers already.”
Now lying on his back, Dan crosses his hands behind his head and admires me when I climb on top of him. I don’t feel shy anymore. Delicately, I lower myself and allow him into me. My eyes roll back in their socket. My arm falls limp at my side. I bring it back up to play with my breasts. My wet hair flows over my shoulders to obscure my chest and Dan’s hands clear them off.
I roll my hips against his. We waltz together in harmony, getting warmed back up with the sheets against our skin. Before long, he grabs my hand and shushes me, a finger on his lips. The others are coming back. I unceremoniously step aside from my seat and bunny hop towards the door, sliding the metal lock in place just in time. The knob clicks and clacks and there's a knock at the door.
"Occupied!" Dan shouts at the closed door.
"Dan? Is that you? Is Solène with you?" It's Lana.
"..Y-yes, I'm here..!"
"Oh, Jesu… sorry! Sorry sorry! I'll change somewhere else!"
Lana walks away and I sigh. I feel a hand on my waist, another on my breast. I close my eyes and wait for his lips. He nudges me towards the bed. I reach as far as I can with my hand and jump to land on my knee, promptly falling over on my limbless right side. His right hand finds my shoulder and helps to support my weight. Soon enough, his fingers meet my labia and he makes his way into me again. I arch my back under his thrusts, my nails gripping the sheets. There are more sounds coming from the main room now. We can hear whispers, fragments of our names being mentioned.
"What do you say we get this over with?"
"Aww, so soon?" I answer, my face now buried deep in the mattress. "I'm only just getting started…" I twerk my rump against his groin.
"Yeah but I'm…"
"Yeah it's okay, it's okay. Don't worry about it. Let me see your face then."
I turn around and I can finally take a breather lying on my back. That is until he slides himself back into me. With a renewed fervor, he quickens his pace. I bring my leg up and hold my foot behind my head. I let him pummel me until he's done and I'm left with nothing but the most exquisite warm feeling overcoming my entire body. He kisses me on the forehead and fixes my hair around my face. I touch his cheek with my hand tenderly.
"What now?" I ask.
He kisses me again. "I still have a beer over the campfire, care to join me ?"
—--
"Come on, let's join the others, take your shirt off!"
The words are all fighting to get out of my mouth, but none of them are winning.
"What's wrong, Sol?"
"Dan I… can't walk to the lake"
"I suppose that’s true…" He shrugs and grabs the handles of my wheelchair. "Quick! This way!"
Anchoring his feet on the unstable earth, he wheels me a few meters deeper behind the trees before throwing his clothes on the ground. With nothing but his boxers on, he gestures towards me.
"Come on, hands in the air! Uh, you know…"
I look down at the stumps of my arms, confused, and lift them up towards the sky. His hands reach under my shirt and our skin touch for a brief moment. When my head emerges again, I see his eyes staring at my breasts. I feel shy, terrified, but something else, too. Confident?
"Do you need help with your shorts too?"
"Let me see.."
By chance, I decided against wearing jeans today. Setting my stumps flat against the armrests, I bring my shoulders down to lift me ever slightly, allowing me to step over my restraint. I waddle backwards, grinding my rump against the seat, and the shorts roll down halfway. I step forward again and repeat the process but without any further progression. Again looking at the rounded ends of my limbs, I frown and scoff.
"Don't worry about it. Here."
He indulges me again, only a lot slower this time. His hands on my back, fingers running on my ribs, deliberately close to my chest. He kneels before me and slides his hands beneath my bottom. I jerk my hips and stand on my legs instinctively but immediately regret it. Our eyes meet.
He mumbles an excuse, turning his face away from me. "I'm sorry, I.."
I whisper back to him : "Please… don't.. don't be.."
I wiggle my arms towards his hand, begging that he gives it back to me, and guide it back on my chest. I can feel his fingers against my breasts through the slight padding of my bra, if only for a moment, before his hands run down my back and across my stomach to slide the jogging shorts off of my legs. He sets them in a nearby bush along with my shirt. We stare at each other, both wearing nothing but our underwear.
His hands reach beneath my armpits and lift me into his arms, carrying me out of the thicket. The cool breeze on my skin reminds me of how little clothes we have left on ourselves. I look around, as if expecting bystanders with binoculars, and his pace quickens. My body rocks against his with each of his steps. Before long, he's running. Fast. As fast as he can with my added weight. His feet trample the ebb and flow of the lake and we crash into the water, both falling head over heels when it reaches his knees.
I don't like swimming. Without limbs, it's hard for me to keep my head out of the water. I always feel a few inches away from drowning and can never get a rest. He rushes to help me back up and I tug in the opposite direction, backtracking a bit by myself until the water only goes up to my navel. Far away from the deep waters.
“Come on, Solène. Let’s get a little further.”
“Dan I…” I look back at the shore, uncertain.
“Can you swim?” He asks.
“In a pool, barely. In open waters…” His hand meets my waist.
“It’s okay, I got you. Come.”
As easily as if he had cast a spell on me, my will fades away like cotton candy in a glass of water. Cradled in his arms, I let myself be guided deeper and deeper, until the lake’s warmth reaches up to my neck. He looks back at me, our faces so close, asking silently. The fog in my brain gets even thicker but can somehow still command my body. I push my leg down on his grasp and let myself fall forward to land a kiss on his lips.
The moment when I think he'll push me away never comes. He kisses me back and I bring my arms to his face just as he pulls me closer. Periodically, the waves crash against the back of his neck to wet our embrace even more. He hugs me tight, pressing my breasts against his chest, and grabs a handful of my butt cheeks. I crane my neck to swipe the hair out of his face with my nose, my stumps resting at my sides. I look behind him to check on the others, swimming further in a deeper part of the lake.
"Are they coming back?" He asks between my lips.
"Not by the looks of it." I blink several times to clear the water out of my eyes and double down on his lips, grinding my hips against his groin. "Are you cold?"
"Very."
His acting is far from convincing, but serves its purpose. He brings us back towards the beach. I look down at his body, devouring as much as I can see with my eyes. I worm my body against his, rubbing my pubis wherever it touches his skin.
"Inside." He whispers.
We leave the water behind us and dash through the grass. The others are where we left them, maybe even unaware of our comings and goings. He opens the door and rushes us inside, setting me down on a leather recliner.
"Put this on."
He puts an oversized bathrobe over my shoulders and I fail to even slip my arms in the oversized sleeves. He flips the oversized hood over my head only for it to fall across my eyes. Lost in the yards of extra fabric, I fight to free my field of view only to be surprised by another kiss. Having folded the flaps around me, I can’t even touch his skin anymore, but I can see he's shivering.
"Get in here, love."
I squirm from left to right to loosen the folds of the bathrobe and he slides himself into it, embracing my body with his muscular frame. Warmth has been spreading from my hips since back at the campfire, but only now can I feel the one coming from his groin, too
He flicks his head towards the back of the cabin and I just can't refrain myself from smiling. He strengthens his hold on me and I instinctively set my stumps to the sides of his neck. He walks us around the dispersed backpacks and through a bedroom door. He clicks the lock and sets me down on the bed. I twist and turn, rocking my shoulders and hips to crumple the bathrobe around me.
Trying to look seductive, I push my breasts together with the tip of my stumps. He takes my face in his hands and kisses me once more. A shiver rockets through my nerves and I can’t help but shimmy under his skin.
“Take that off for me, will you?”
“It’ll be my pleasure”
Reaching behind my back, he undoes my bra and peels the damp fabric off my skin. I know it’s for the best, but as of now it’s even worse than before.
“First try, impressive.” My lips are quivering. I rub my arms against my sides to try to warm myself up. ”Quick get the rest.”
My panties must’ve been wet from even before our little dip in the lake. He pushes me on my back and promptly slides them down my legs. Before helping me back up, he takes time to burrow his face into my pelvis. I close my eyes and begin to rock myself from side to side along with his rhythm, completely forgetting how cold I was a second ago. I look down at him enviously, noticing my erect nipples between my face and his.
I whisper to him when he stops, begging for more. Our lips meet again. I click my tongue when he starts removing his boxers and point to the bed with my chin and he lies down. I twist around on my belly and waddle up to him, biting down on the elastic band of his boxers. Squirming like a worm, inch by inch, I pull them down, deliberately avoiding his throbbing dick. He notices and raises an eyebrow. Down at his knees, I look back up at him with puppy eyes.
“Don’t be like that, you know I’m freezing. Let’s get under the covers already.”
Now lying on his back, Dan crosses his hands behind his head and admires me, on all fours by his side. I don’t feel shy anymore, I let him stare. Laboriously, I walk over to him, then climb his body. His supporting hand against my ass, I manage to get up and position my face above his. With his help for alignment, I move backwards and gently allow him into me. My eyes roll back in their socket. He pushes me upwards and keeps both of his hands on my waist. My arms are limp at my sides. I bring them towards my breasts, able only to push them together. My wet hair flows over my shoulders to obscure my chest and Dan’s hands clear them off.
I roll my hips against his. We waltz together in harmony, getting warmed back up with the sheets against our skin. Before long, he lets me fall back close to him and shushes me, a finger on his lips. The others are coming back. He unceremoniously flops me aside in the bed and rushes towards the door, slamming it shut after it had opened a few inches. He slides the metal lock in place. The knob clicks and clacks and there's a knock at the door.
"Occupied!" Dan shouts at the closed door.
"Dan? Is that you? Is Solène with you?" It's Lana.
"..Y-yes, I'm here..!"
"Oh, Jesu… sorry! Sorry sorry! I'll change somewhere else!"
Lana walks away and he sighs. I'm still laying on my belly, my head turned the other way. I feel a hand on my waist, another slipping under me to feel my breast. I close my eyes and wait for his lips. He joins me again, shifting his grasp to grab both sides of my hips. He anchors his knees beside me and angles me down, raising my ass towards his dick. Soon enough, his fingers meet my labia and he makes his way into me again. I arch my back under his thrusts, my stumps batting around me. There are more sounds coming from the main room now. We can hear whispers, fragments of our names being mentioned.
"What do you say we get this over with?"
"Aww, so soon?" I answer, my face buried deep in the mattress. "I'm only just getting started…" I writhe my rump against his groin.
"Yeah but I'm…"
"Yeah it's okay, it's okay. Don't worry about it. Let me see your face then."
I turn around and I can finally take a breather lying on my back. That is until he slides himself back into me. With a renewed fervor, he quickens his pace. Unable to hold him back, I let him pummel me until he's done and I'm left with nothing but the most exquisite warm feeling overcoming my entire body. He kisses me on the forehead and fixes my hair around my face. I raise my stump towards his face and he descends to allow me to touch him tenderly.
"What now?" I ask.
He kisses me again. "I still have a beer over the campfire, care to join me ?"