I heard the water stop in the bathroom upstairs. I knew I had about another 15 minutes before Eva would come down.
I started the kettle and put ground coffee in two cups. I carried everything, I had prepared for breakfast, to the dining table, that separated the kitchen corner from the living room. Then I poured hot water in cups and brought them to the table as well. When done, I sat on the chair that offered the best view of the bottom end of the staircase, where Eva should appear soon. I waited with anticipation for the beauty to come down.
I heard the soft thumping sound coming from the cavity of the staircase. The sound was getting stronger with time and that added to my expectation.
Despite all my anticipation she seemed to appear so suddenly. I noticed Eva's hand at the end of the handrail, and the next moment her single leg landed on the last step, followed by the lovely body that had emerged from behind the wall surrounding stairs. Another skilful hop and she was standing on the floor. She looked briefly at the underarm crutch leaned against the wall by the staircase, as if surprised to see it there. Then she started to hop towards the dinner table, ignoring the crutch completely.
It was me, who had placed it there for her. I knew Eva almost never used the crutch upstairs, but she did use it when moving around the kitchen or outside of the house. She would usually leave it leaned on the wall close to stairs, when she'd go upstairs for the night. However, last evening I carried her up myself, so in the morning I had to search for the crutch quite a bit. I found it laying on the floor behind the couch and brought it to the staircase for her. But this time she decided to ignore it and just go on hopping. I must say I didn't mind at all because the sight she produced was plainly marvellous.
She had a dainty slipper on her single - left - leg, which looked smaller than it should be. With each hop it slapped the bare sole and created a sharp sound, that contrasted so much with the somewhat heavier thump produced when the foot hit the hard floor. Eva was making very short and incredibly rapid hops on the ball of her foot and toes, the heel actually never touching the ground, unless she came to a stop. The strong calf was bulging visibly, as muscles inside it worked hard to propel her forward, as a flesh-made spring.
Eva wore short and light, floral summer dress, which reminded me the forecast had been promising a hot day today. The short skirt flailed around wildly, as she hopped, alternatively revealing and hiding the stump of her right thigh.
I stood up to welcome her and help her into the chair, my eyes glued to that amazing piece of the anatomy protruding from under the skirt. The stump was equally tanned as Eva's complete leg and was changing shape dramatically, as loose muscles inside it shook, jiggled and sort of flailed, under sharp jolts that were accompanying her unusual way of moving. The skirt was flying high up and if it was not for her womanly rounded bottom, that filled and stretched the fabric and made it clung onto it, the flying skirt would surely reveal also the crotch. But it didn't, and I was sure she knew it, and actually arranged it carefully that way on purpose.
That was my Eva, never failing to tease me to an enormous extent. And it, indeed, did its job. I could clearly feel the famous stirring in my loins, watching the spectacle, hypnotized by rapidly moving fabric and beautiful thighs appearing periodically under it, trying to catch a glimpse of the sweet spot where they would meet at the top. As she was coming closer, I stepped towards her and outstretched my arms to welcome the beauty with a loving hug.
"Good morning, sweetie," I said as she threw herself into my arms and onto my chest. Her only arm, the right one, wrapped around my neck and pulled me down for a kiss.
"Good morning, darling," she said before planting a hot kiss onto my lips. I could feel the stump of the left upper arm on my shoulder at first, then it moved to my face, and its soft blunt tip caressed me cheek. I shivered and hugged her tight, crushing the soft full bosom on my chest.
We have been kissing for a while, enjoying the presence of each other. At one moment I noticed the leg stump patting and rubbing the outer side of my thigh in a somewhat pitiful way. I realized it was just another proof of her smart approach to teasing me. She didn't insert the stump between my thighs, and didn't attack my awaking member. Oh no, that would have been too obvious, too direct. Her caressing of my outer thigh only reminded me it's a stump down there and it's very real. That was exactly enough to feed the stirring feel in my stomach, and keep me lightly aroused.
Then she backed off. She slipped out of my hug, her right arm still on my shoulder, but the stump of the left one dropping down and hanging beside her ribcage.
"Let's see what have you cooked, boy," she suggested simply and let me help her onto the chair, opposite to mine.
We started to eat, staring at each other openly. I watched her doing everything one handed, the beautiful stump of the arm hanging uselessly from the shoulder. It jiggled a bit, as the upper body moved slightly when she brought her head above the plate to let breadcrumbs fall on it, and not on the floor. Then she leaned back comfortably, chewing on the bite of sandwich, and the stump slid across her side a bit, as a pendulum.
Out of sudden, without noticing any change in Eva's posture or behaviour, I clearly felt her foot on my knee.
She must have slipped off the slipper and planted her bare foot casually on my knee under the table. I expected her to continue further, and was about to slide forward on my chair to provide a better access, but she did nothing more. She just kept biting and chewing on the sandwich and still stared at me as if nothing was happening. So I brought my hand under the table and caressed the foot on my knee. When I placed the index finger under toes, they wrapped around it so quickly, that it looked more like a reflex than an intentional action. I smiled at that and pulled the finger out of the grip with a reasonable force. Eva's face hadn't changed a bit, she still seemed to be interested in her meal only.
I caressed the foot again. I let my palm slide along its top, the thumb tracing the curvaceous side of the sole. I wrapped my fingers around the ankle, enjoying its lissom skin. Then I slid fingers down, onto the heel, and was mesmerized again about how smooth and soft it actually was, considering it had to carry Eva's full weight through most of her life. Suddenly I felt a wave of deep respect to this small, yet so important piece of her body. I took the hold of the foot in my hand more tightly, to prevent it from falling, then I raised it up a bit, just to be able to push my chair back and drop to my knees on the floor. After that I climbed under the table, all the time holding the lovely foot securely in my hand.
