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Espresso for two (a devotee dream)
Date: 9/28/2015, Categories: Fetish, Author: SingularityNL, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster
"Is this seat free?" So far, it had been a great saturday. For a change, I had no work to finish during the weekend, the weather was very nice and I had got up early to shoot some photos of the river landscape close to where I live. Photography has been my hobby eversince dad gave me my first camera at age ten and got me hooked. The cheap Ricoh from the days of black & white and film I started with is now a fancy, digital Nikon, the fun has always remained the same. I was just browsing the result of my photo-shoot over an espresso at a local coffee bar when I heard her asking. I looked up, absently at first, but then my saturday became even greater. She must have been in her early twenties. A student, was my guess, judging from a clever expression. We have thousands of them where I live. The looks of her pretty face I surveyed only shortly though. There was something else that made her even more interesting. Extremely so. Her right leg was missing, and the tailored jeans she was wearing weren't hiding. Tightly clad, the contours of a short, round stump indicated she was amputated just below the hip. "Sure... please...," I stammered, not really believing my luck. "Thanks," she smiled, taking the seat opposite me. She put her crutches away, started searching her handbag, put a book on the table and then eyed me. "Looks like you've been shooting pics?" "Yeah, just inspecting the result," I replied, observing her a little. Her vivid eyes ... were an intriguing light blue, almost reminiscent of a husky dog's, and they made an unusual contrast with her pitch-black hair. It didn't look as if she'd dyed it, which made her all the more interesting. My trip to Lapland came to mind. There I had seen this too. I had found it just as intriguing then and I shot loads of pictures of anyone consenting to pose; that's why I remembered now. "And, liking your shots?" she inquired, fairly curiously. And noticing my interest in her, of course. Men are not good at hiding, at least I'm not. "You into photography yourself?" I said, trying to get some conversation going. "My s*s is." "Anything in particular?" "Architectural photography to make a living, portraits because she enjoys it," she replied. "This is landscape stuff you may find boring. But I do portraits too." "And are you good?" The cheeky look in her eyes gave me hope. She seemed to enjoy our chat. "That's for others to judge?" "Is it really?" she replied firmly. "You always have an idea yourself, not? At least you should have..." Her resoluteness was alluring. And it didn't really help to muffle my excitement. I had never encountered an amputee before, and this wasn't just any amputee. Any guy's head would spin from this lady, let alone that of an amputee admirer like me. I found her sheer perfection, in looks and especially in how she was one-legged. Eversince I've been aware of my erotic ...