"What color do you want your cast to be?"
"Hummm I wonder what colour he would like… I said,
"Well most men like pink on a lovely woman like you or purple"
"Let’s go pink and thank you" she said
Nurse Michelle wrapping the fiberglass around her leg, beginning at the foot and moving gently up the leg. Way up the leg but keeping the knee bent.
Because of the severity if the injury she was going to be a full leg cast for a long time
Nancy casting experience began to take on a very sensual feel as Michelle was wrapping the thigh. The way it protected her leg but also feeling her fingers inches from her soft spot
Thanks for the cast her leg would be protected. Her broken left leg was now covered by pink, from the base of her toes to very near the top of her sexy thigh.
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Back in her apartment on her crutches, Nancy couldn't forget how he touched her leg and kept thinking of John all day. She couldn't wait to see him again even with this long cast covering her leg.
Laying down on her bed she felt unsure about how much she enjoyed past experience in leg cast and crutches.
Just to rub her bare foot against the cast was driving her crazy. Feeing the contours of her sexy foot and ankle and up her cast
She moaned while her fingers began to slide into her. Rocking faster. As she did this she could feel her muscles tense and release. She finally came to orgasm and it was absolutely wonderful while trapped in her cast.
Next morning, Nancy walked on her crutches through the park in high spirits wearing black T-shirt and a pair of heather gray shorts with side-split, helping with her long pink cast.
She saw John doing some leg stretching. He was wearing an ivory mesh shirt and beige cotton shorts and Reebok.
Nancy waved and greeted him.
"Hi! Nancy. It's so good to see you again. How is your broken leg?"
"I'm fine and the leg is much better thanks to you and this cast, and how are you?" she asked.
"Good" he said
"Remember the massage I told you for your shoulder? I can start it today. I don't have to hurry to the office."
"Oh, really? My place is just nearby."
Nancy lay down on her Cleopatra couch in her living room with her crutches beside her. John began to rub his hands with some oil mixed with herbs and then worked on Nancy's right leg,
first, with sweeping up motion starting from the foot. Nancy closed her eyes relishing every bit of his kneading, sensual hands.
"How do you feel?" he asked while looking at her long pink cast and incredible leg. He was feeling so attracted to this woman
"OMG, great," she said looking up the ceiling eyes fluttering.
Then his cell phone chirped. He frowned at the intrusion and read the message.
"I hate this. Something important came up."
"I understand if you really have to go." She said smiling at him looking like an angel with her pink cast and lovely body
John sighed and looked at her. Gently, his head leaned toward her and planted an affectionate kiss on her lips. Nancy felt wonderfully relaxed and languorous.
Her mouth parted a bit as his tongue played over her lips in fiery strokes, then skilfully slipped between them. Her heart raced while her leg hurt.
Everything seemed to be going fast. John slipped his hand underneath her top gathering up her left breast, tipping it out of the bra and capturing her erect nipple with his fingers.
"Oh, I think you're getting beyond the leg massage."
"I know but are you telling me that you don't like it?"
"No… I feel so sesual right now, even more since I’m casted" She said feeling her sensitive nipples would burst at the sensation.
"Tell me if I should go on or not. I feel that I have to be honest you are beautiful Nancy and your broken is such a turn on for me. I’m sorry " he said smiling
"Don’t feel sorry John, I’m feeling so good right now"
The touch sent exquisite pleasure throughout her body that she was
now answering his kisses with ardor. Her head reeling, the pleasure echoed between her thighs, pulsing warmly. She gasped and moaned.
He broke the kiss and knelt on the couch before her broken leg.
The same broken leg that got them together.
Once again he …
Part 3 to come
Saturday, September 29, 2007
Sunday, September 23, 2007
The Dancer p1
The Dancer
Part 1
"This little thing called loved"
It was a hot Sunday morning, and a woman was singing along with Queen's "Crazy Thing Called Love". She was Hoover-ing the floor of her apartment and jigging her body to the beat of the music.
The full length mirror in her room reflected no longer that gawky teen-ager she used to be. She had grown taller with body curves to reckon with. Blonde, angelic face with a flirty look, she ruminated at her reflection, clad in light pink camisole and gauzy cotton panties.
She smiled cheekily at her sexiness; all sweaty and leaving nothing to imagination as her sheer miniscule coverings barely concealed her privates. She peeled off the cami and panties and
took a good view of her naked self. Not bad, she thought.
She wondered how much her crush that she saw jogging yesterday in the nearby park would react if he saw her this way. Laughing at her silliness
The thought of making love with her crush gave her the impetus to slide the vibrating handle of the Hoover right up between her legs. Maybe this is the crazy thing called lust.
Panting after getting off with the Hoover, she giggled and collapsed herself on the floor thinking how the Hoover could make out a handy substitute.
That night before drifting into sleep, she planned for an entrapment to lure her crush to her pad and for her to activate the plan, it had to be tomorrow or never.
The following day Nancy woke up early feeling bright and special. Dressed in running gear that showed how a hot stuff she could be, she smiled at how she'd groomed herself as the perfect bait.
She recalled the guys in her ballet class. They're switch hitters. Craving to date a straight man, she hoped this object of her crush was within this category.
She entered the lush green south park and started jogging. No sign of him around at first sight. Most of the joggers and walkers were middle aged men and women.
Anyhow, she's bright and optimistic that she'd meet him. More than half an hour passed and still the crush was still nowhere in sight.
Distracted while still running she lost her balance. While trying to steady herself she collapsed, tumbling and off-balance, towards the ground. Her left leg touched the ground first before her body landed awkwardly on top of it. She felt her lower her left leg and ankle break.
She was down unable to move at all with her left leg trapped and possibly broken. She looked around. Feeling so helpless with her broken limb on the ground trapped under her
She turn trying to free her left leg and the memories came back.
Last year during The Nutcracker, she felt and broke her left ankle which had cast aside her ballet ambition and her leg for for close to 8 weeks.
"Is something the matter Miss?" He asked. Her mouth fell. She was
stunned. She didn't realize that a broken leg, of all things, brought him to her.
"Ah, you.. it's just a sprain, I felt while jogging¦" she said startlingly and blushed.
He offered her a sealed bottle of mineral water and asked if he could check her leg. Of course she was delighted.
"I'm Dr. Stevens. Actually call me John"
"Nancy Peron," she said and shook hands with him then took a swig from the bottle.
"Ok don’t move Miss" John said.
"Thanks, that's nice to know that you are a doctor. Talk about timing" she said trying to alleviate her shyness.
"Nancy I will take off your left shoe" John removed her shoe and sock carefully.
"How does it look now" she said with eyes sweeping down his
muscular legs.
"Well Nancy I’m afraid that you will be getting bad news. It looks like your tibia and fibula are broken in your left leg"
"No way John. I'm a ballet dancer and injuries are part of my life. I’m sure its not broken." She said while dreaming of her last time in a leg cast.
"Well, just try not to move, your leg will need to be set but nothing serious. The X-rays will determine what’s broken. Wow! You're a ballet dancer, huh? No wonder your figure is so appealing. It drove me to you like magnet to steel."
Nancy' eyes stared upward as if she had thanked the divine Lord for helping her lay the trap on him while John tried calling 911 on his cell phone but no service.
John was eyeing her leg that was certainly broken.
"So how's your ballet career shaping up here?"
"A broken ankle sidelined me last year."
"Can I look at your leg again, I couldn’t not get any signal on my cell, I would like to get your leg straight before we try to move you?"
"Sure," she said softly.
John crouched before her knees.
"Hmm," he said gently placing his hand over her leg. The touch shot languid flames warming between her legs and inside her broken leg. The other hand wrapped around the ankle and sole and pushed it upward a little bit.
"Oh please doctorrrrrr stop" she said in pain.
"I’m done Nancy" rotating it clockwise and then on reverse.
We both heard the bones snap back into position sending wave of pain.
"How does that feel Nancy?"
Orgasmic! She thought but her lips just muttered, "uh-uhh much better thanks Doctor."
"Some crack. Did you hear that?" she asked.
"Yeah, your leg is re-align now. I’m just going to check again to make sure that you don’t have more obvious fracture" Both his hands carefully stroke inward from her foot quitting at mid thigh.
"Oh god, my leg is so sore" she moaned but unable to mask a pleasure from having this sexy man helping her with her broken leg.
In the process of fidgeting with her leg and calf, John caught a quick glimpse of her white panties through the billowing leg opening of her shorts. He felt his blood raced.
He put her broken leg down and rose. His six foot frame with an imposing bulge in his shorts gladdened her heart to know she had that effect on him. He tried his cell again but this time he got service
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"Nancy, nurse Michelle is going to get you into your cast and get you fitted for crutches. I’ll see you in a couple of weeks,"
"Are you Ok?" Michelle asked.
"Yes, it’s not my first cast" She said but thinking about Dr. John
part 2 to come….
Part 1
"This little thing called loved"
It was a hot Sunday morning, and a woman was singing along with Queen's "Crazy Thing Called Love". She was Hoover-ing the floor of her apartment and jigging her body to the beat of the music.
The full length mirror in her room reflected no longer that gawky teen-ager she used to be. She had grown taller with body curves to reckon with. Blonde, angelic face with a flirty look, she ruminated at her reflection, clad in light pink camisole and gauzy cotton panties.
She smiled cheekily at her sexiness; all sweaty and leaving nothing to imagination as her sheer miniscule coverings barely concealed her privates. She peeled off the cami and panties and
took a good view of her naked self. Not bad, she thought.
She wondered how much her crush that she saw jogging yesterday in the nearby park would react if he saw her this way. Laughing at her silliness
The thought of making love with her crush gave her the impetus to slide the vibrating handle of the Hoover right up between her legs. Maybe this is the crazy thing called lust.
Panting after getting off with the Hoover, she giggled and collapsed herself on the floor thinking how the Hoover could make out a handy substitute.
That night before drifting into sleep, she planned for an entrapment to lure her crush to her pad and for her to activate the plan, it had to be tomorrow or never.
The following day Nancy woke up early feeling bright and special. Dressed in running gear that showed how a hot stuff she could be, she smiled at how she'd groomed herself as the perfect bait.
She recalled the guys in her ballet class. They're switch hitters. Craving to date a straight man, she hoped this object of her crush was within this category.
She entered the lush green south park and started jogging. No sign of him around at first sight. Most of the joggers and walkers were middle aged men and women.
Anyhow, she's bright and optimistic that she'd meet him. More than half an hour passed and still the crush was still nowhere in sight.
Distracted while still running she lost her balance. While trying to steady herself she collapsed, tumbling and off-balance, towards the ground. Her left leg touched the ground first before her body landed awkwardly on top of it. She felt her lower her left leg and ankle break.
She was down unable to move at all with her left leg trapped and possibly broken. She looked around. Feeling so helpless with her broken limb on the ground trapped under her
She turn trying to free her left leg and the memories came back.
Last year during The Nutcracker, she felt and broke her left ankle which had cast aside her ballet ambition and her leg for for close to 8 weeks.
"Is something the matter Miss?" He asked. Her mouth fell. She was
stunned. She didn't realize that a broken leg, of all things, brought him to her.
"Ah, you.. it's just a sprain, I felt while jogging¦" she said startlingly and blushed.
He offered her a sealed bottle of mineral water and asked if he could check her leg. Of course she was delighted.
"I'm Dr. Stevens. Actually call me John"
"Nancy Peron," she said and shook hands with him then took a swig from the bottle.
"Ok don’t move Miss" John said.
"Thanks, that's nice to know that you are a doctor. Talk about timing" she said trying to alleviate her shyness.
"Nancy I will take off your left shoe" John removed her shoe and sock carefully.
"How does it look now" she said with eyes sweeping down his
muscular legs.
"Well Nancy I’m afraid that you will be getting bad news. It looks like your tibia and fibula are broken in your left leg"
"No way John. I'm a ballet dancer and injuries are part of my life. I’m sure its not broken." She said while dreaming of her last time in a leg cast.
"Well, just try not to move, your leg will need to be set but nothing serious. The X-rays will determine what’s broken. Wow! You're a ballet dancer, huh? No wonder your figure is so appealing. It drove me to you like magnet to steel."
Nancy' eyes stared upward as if she had thanked the divine Lord for helping her lay the trap on him while John tried calling 911 on his cell phone but no service.
John was eyeing her leg that was certainly broken.
"So how's your ballet career shaping up here?"
"A broken ankle sidelined me last year."
"Can I look at your leg again, I couldn’t not get any signal on my cell, I would like to get your leg straight before we try to move you?"
"Sure," she said softly.
John crouched before her knees.
"Hmm," he said gently placing his hand over her leg. The touch shot languid flames warming between her legs and inside her broken leg. The other hand wrapped around the ankle and sole and pushed it upward a little bit.
"Oh please doctorrrrrr stop" she said in pain.
"I’m done Nancy" rotating it clockwise and then on reverse.
We both heard the bones snap back into position sending wave of pain.
"How does that feel Nancy?"
Orgasmic! She thought but her lips just muttered, "uh-uhh much better thanks Doctor."
"Some crack. Did you hear that?" she asked.
"Yeah, your leg is re-align now. I’m just going to check again to make sure that you don’t have more obvious fracture" Both his hands carefully stroke inward from her foot quitting at mid thigh.
"Oh god, my leg is so sore" she moaned but unable to mask a pleasure from having this sexy man helping her with her broken leg.
In the process of fidgeting with her leg and calf, John caught a quick glimpse of her white panties through the billowing leg opening of her shorts. He felt his blood raced.
He put her broken leg down and rose. His six foot frame with an imposing bulge in his shorts gladdened her heart to know she had that effect on him. He tried his cell again but this time he got service
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"Nancy, nurse Michelle is going to get you into your cast and get you fitted for crutches. I’ll see you in a couple of weeks,"
"Are you Ok?" Michelle asked.
"Yes, it’s not my first cast" She said but thinking about Dr. John
part 2 to come….
Saturday, September 22, 2007
The Reporter Conc.
Conclusion
"No, not really," she answered.
"So, you don't think this will be an issue."
"No, no proof."
"Eric, in a presidential election, proof is not necessary; what about allegations?" the reporter asked.
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I wasn't seeing Rachel except when sitting in front of a television for the evening news. One day the phone rang.
"I'm coming to your little town tomorrow. Are you mad at me? I haven't seen or heard from you."
"No, no, no, no, noooooo. Been really busy. But I'm in the
brick house now." There was that wonderful laugh again.
"God, I've missed seeing you," she gushed.
"When does your plane arrive?"
I met Rachel at the Airport. She literally glowed as she walked up the ramp on her crutches swinging her broken leg between the crutches to the waiting area.
"This is sort of like a vacation," she explained as we walked to the baggage claim area.
"A vacation?" I asked in a rather incredulous tone.
"Believe it," she answered quickly. "My doctor told me that I need to rest my leg a bit. Needs rest to heal"
"Where to, m'am?" I replied.
"The Hilton, my young man. I requested the same room," she said while I put her bags in the back seat of my four-wheel drive before helping her in the SUV.
"Okay, I will need your help to get in this SUV. It’s too high, please can you grab my cast."
I raised my peripheral gaze from her toes at the end of the cast and glanced over at her full cast.
"Sure can, you look so good in that cast" I said while holding on to her heavy cast and she leaned on me to slide in.
"You sound pretty sure of that," she said as I turned onto the interstate.
"Look at you, you look so natural on these crutches" I answered.
"Well, thank you are you going to tell me how you really feel?" she asked after a moment's silence.
"I’m attracted to you physically and sexually Rach" I answered.
"I know, I’m here " she smiled.
I steered the four-wheeler off the freeway and approached the hotel slowly.
"Should I pull into the unloading area...or the underground hotel parking?"
"Parking," she answered holding on to her crutches.
"You'll stay awhile, won't you?"
If you like" I smiled.
Twenty minutes later we sat on the familiar sofa; Rachel with her broken leg on pillows looking like a broken angel.
"You were planning on staying all along, weren't you?" she said.
"Moi?" I replied innocently.
She was beaming.
"So, what do we do for the next seven days?"
I grinned. She smiled, then leaned over toward me. Our lips touched. I savored the taste as our lips parted and our tongues touched gently. Rachel pulled her face back a couple of inches. Slowly, her eyes opened.
"I've been thinking about this moment," she whispered.
"Me, too," I answered breathlessly.
Tongues battled one another. Her hands sought out the buttons of my shirt. Mine sought the clasp of her skirt. The bulging of Mount St. Helens before its eruption seemed pale compared to the passion that was building in the hotel room.
Urgent moanings as we, at last, tasted one another. Labored pantings as we tore at one another's clothing.
"Oh, damn," Rachel swore as she ripped her blouse away and tried to take off the white skirt downward.
"Let me help you, I would love to undress you slowly" I answered breathlessly. Holding on to her skirt and pull it down over her long cast. Amazed how close to her sexy shape the cast technician followed her leg when applying the plaster over her broken leg.
Still holding her plaster cast I licked her toe slowly. She moaned from the pleasure
Her breasts. Big, symmetrical, slightly upturned globes drew my lips like a magnet. The cherry-like nipple was sweet. And hard. The other was its twin. My hand was under her fleshy mounds holding her aloft while the other rub her cast.
The network reporter pushed me to my feet beside the sofa. I stared down at her. I tugged at my shirt. Rachel's hands unfastened my pants and pushed them to my knees. My fleshy rod sprang upward. The purplish head testified to the passion.
But only for a moment. The head disappeared. The blond, New York coiffure blocked my vision. The loud slurping sound and the incredible electrical shocks flowing through my abdomen left no doubt.
Rachel was an expert. I watched her head bob back and forth. I had to move away. An embarrassingly quick climax was about to erupt. But I didn't want to move.
With all the reserve I could muster I dropped away to my knees. My lips found hers again. The audible passions were louder than before. Four hands roamed over tingling flesh. Mine found the back of her knee and cast and pulled her ass to the edge of the sofa. I directed my lips and tongue down over her neck. They sucked at
and toyed teasingly with each breast. Downward.
Rachel's cast touched my side and pulled her womanhood upward to meet me. My hands cupped the soft firm flesh of her lower cheeks and I dipped my tongue inside her while holding to her broken leg.
"Ooohhhhhh...waahhhh!" she screamed an immediate orgasm. Her left leg tightened around my shoulder. Her hands pulled at my head.
I licked and sucked. The labial lips were deep red with her inner heat. Near the top of those sweet lips my tongue found the hardened clitoris. I sucked it between my lips grinding my face against her wetness. My tongue fluttered against Rachel's little erection.
"Ohhhhhh...gahhhhddd...ohhhhhhhhhh god my leggggggggggg" she squealed. Her pleasure-pain-passion continued to erupt in a series of orgasms. One after another. Punctuated by a downward fall of her abdomen and a deep inhaling for oxygen. Then her body would rise again amidst animalistic pants and muffled screams.
I rose upward. The purplish head found the mark just as our lips touched. Tongue and cock moved in tandem. Synchronized swimmers in Rachel's wetness. She pushed off the sofa and we tumbled onto the floor, her heavy cast pulling Me deep within.
"Rachelllllll!" I panted breathlessly. The eruption of mingling juices and the incredible pleasure made my mind whirl in a giddy light-headedness. I smiled.
And I smiled several more times over the next seven days.
END
"No, not really," she answered.
"So, you don't think this will be an issue."
"No, no proof."
"Eric, in a presidential election, proof is not necessary; what about allegations?" the reporter asked.
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I wasn't seeing Rachel except when sitting in front of a television for the evening news. One day the phone rang.
"I'm coming to your little town tomorrow. Are you mad at me? I haven't seen or heard from you."
"No, no, no, no, noooooo. Been really busy. But I'm in the
brick house now." There was that wonderful laugh again.
"God, I've missed seeing you," she gushed.
"When does your plane arrive?"
I met Rachel at the Airport. She literally glowed as she walked up the ramp on her crutches swinging her broken leg between the crutches to the waiting area.
"This is sort of like a vacation," she explained as we walked to the baggage claim area.
"A vacation?" I asked in a rather incredulous tone.
"Believe it," she answered quickly. "My doctor told me that I need to rest my leg a bit. Needs rest to heal"
"Where to, m'am?" I replied.
"The Hilton, my young man. I requested the same room," she said while I put her bags in the back seat of my four-wheel drive before helping her in the SUV.
"Okay, I will need your help to get in this SUV. It’s too high, please can you grab my cast."
I raised my peripheral gaze from her toes at the end of the cast and glanced over at her full cast.
"Sure can, you look so good in that cast" I said while holding on to her heavy cast and she leaned on me to slide in.
"You sound pretty sure of that," she said as I turned onto the interstate.
"Look at you, you look so natural on these crutches" I answered.
"Well, thank you are you going to tell me how you really feel?" she asked after a moment's silence.
"I’m attracted to you physically and sexually Rach" I answered.
"I know, I’m here " she smiled.
I steered the four-wheeler off the freeway and approached the hotel slowly.
"Should I pull into the unloading area...or the underground hotel parking?"
"Parking," she answered holding on to her crutches.
"You'll stay awhile, won't you?"
If you like" I smiled.
Twenty minutes later we sat on the familiar sofa; Rachel with her broken leg on pillows looking like a broken angel.
"You were planning on staying all along, weren't you?" she said.
"Moi?" I replied innocently.
She was beaming.
"So, what do we do for the next seven days?"
I grinned. She smiled, then leaned over toward me. Our lips touched. I savored the taste as our lips parted and our tongues touched gently. Rachel pulled her face back a couple of inches. Slowly, her eyes opened.
"I've been thinking about this moment," she whispered.
"Me, too," I answered breathlessly.
Tongues battled one another. Her hands sought out the buttons of my shirt. Mine sought the clasp of her skirt. The bulging of Mount St. Helens before its eruption seemed pale compared to the passion that was building in the hotel room.
Urgent moanings as we, at last, tasted one another. Labored pantings as we tore at one another's clothing.
"Oh, damn," Rachel swore as she ripped her blouse away and tried to take off the white skirt downward.
"Let me help you, I would love to undress you slowly" I answered breathlessly. Holding on to her skirt and pull it down over her long cast. Amazed how close to her sexy shape the cast technician followed her leg when applying the plaster over her broken leg.
Still holding her plaster cast I licked her toe slowly. She moaned from the pleasure
Her breasts. Big, symmetrical, slightly upturned globes drew my lips like a magnet. The cherry-like nipple was sweet. And hard. The other was its twin. My hand was under her fleshy mounds holding her aloft while the other rub her cast.
The network reporter pushed me to my feet beside the sofa. I stared down at her. I tugged at my shirt. Rachel's hands unfastened my pants and pushed them to my knees. My fleshy rod sprang upward. The purplish head testified to the passion.
But only for a moment. The head disappeared. The blond, New York coiffure blocked my vision. The loud slurping sound and the incredible electrical shocks flowing through my abdomen left no doubt.
Rachel was an expert. I watched her head bob back and forth. I had to move away. An embarrassingly quick climax was about to erupt. But I didn't want to move.
With all the reserve I could muster I dropped away to my knees. My lips found hers again. The audible passions were louder than before. Four hands roamed over tingling flesh. Mine found the back of her knee and cast and pulled her ass to the edge of the sofa. I directed my lips and tongue down over her neck. They sucked at
and toyed teasingly with each breast. Downward.
Rachel's cast touched my side and pulled her womanhood upward to meet me. My hands cupped the soft firm flesh of her lower cheeks and I dipped my tongue inside her while holding to her broken leg.
"Ooohhhhhh...waahhhh!" she screamed an immediate orgasm. Her left leg tightened around my shoulder. Her hands pulled at my head.
I licked and sucked. The labial lips were deep red with her inner heat. Near the top of those sweet lips my tongue found the hardened clitoris. I sucked it between my lips grinding my face against her wetness. My tongue fluttered against Rachel's little erection.
"Ohhhhhh...gahhhhddd...ohhhhhhhhhh god my leggggggggggg" she squealed. Her pleasure-pain-passion continued to erupt in a series of orgasms. One after another. Punctuated by a downward fall of her abdomen and a deep inhaling for oxygen. Then her body would rise again amidst animalistic pants and muffled screams.
I rose upward. The purplish head found the mark just as our lips touched. Tongue and cock moved in tandem. Synchronized swimmers in Rachel's wetness. She pushed off the sofa and we tumbled onto the floor, her heavy cast pulling Me deep within.
"Rachelllllll!" I panted breathlessly. The eruption of mingling juices and the incredible pleasure made my mind whirl in a giddy light-headedness. I smiled.
And I smiled several more times over the next seven days.
END
Wednesday, September 19, 2007
The Reporter p2
Part 2 to come
"Eric, here's someone you can introduce me to," she said, posing that zipper-busting smile at the producer while making sure that he saw her poor broken leg. I have to admit that it was growing on me. When I watched her on her crutches she looked so radiant, so happy.
"Rachelllllll," he beamed. His arms folded around the network reporter.
"Poor dear what happened to you hon?"
"Little moto accident"
"Only you Rachel can look so sexy trapped in plaster like you are"
"I guess you two know one another already," I said.
The Hollywood producer smiled. "Oh, yeah. I've known Rachel for...how many years?" he said while turning back toward the beautiful Blond.
"Who's counting?" she replied, moving slightly to get comfortable on her crutches.
Rachel assumed her reporter persona rather quickly. "How does it feel to have etched your place in presidential history by giving the longest speech of anyone on the platform today?" There was that smile again.
"Hon, you just remember one thing that I said today; that's what history will see: the president has just met his worst nightmare. Mark it down...and watch," he replied.
Almost immediately he was drawn away by a campaign staffer.
"Listen, Eric," she said. "Yesterday I heard some talk about a nightclub singer. Do you know anything about her?"
I glanced around to make sure the cameraman wasn't taping us. "How 'bout us finding a dimly lit bar somewhere, and I'll give you my take on that?"
She glanced at her broken leg.
"I've got to go live in a couple of hours and carrying this cast around all day, would you settle for a bottle of wine being sent up to my room?"
I tried my level best to conceal the excitement I felt, even though I could see the hair on my arms standing at attention.
"Sure," I answered. "But only if you will remember one thing."
"What?" she asked with an inquisitive expression.
"We're in Arkansas. I'm from Arkansas. Born and bred in Arkansas. Mind if we order a six-pack?"
She laughed.
"No problem," she answered with a pretty good Caribbean imitation.
Her room was on the ninth floor and looked out over the River. I walked to the opened drapes.
"If you look real hard, you can almost see where I live over there on the horizon," I said.
Rachel was beside me using only 1 crutch and hopping around the room, handing me a Bud Light.
"I'll be sure to come to the window tonight before I go to bed and say goodnight to you."
The beating of my heart shifted into overdrive. There was a moment of awkward silence before Rachel spoke again.
"Okay, bud...spill your guts!" she said.
We moved to the sofa; I with a beer, her hand cradling a glass of Chardonnay. The beautiful Blond curled onto the sofa after resting her cast on the huge pillow.
Her toes pointed at me. The skirt had pulled about six inches above those marvellous knee and cast, pulling my gaze as well to her long cast. For a few seconds I wondered how she actually felt trapped in that cast. Such an incredible bondage possibility.
I cleared my throat and raised my eyes to hers. "Off the record?" She nodded.
"Back in '88, a state employee reportedly tried to protect himself and get reinstated to his job by threatening to reveal all sorts of sexual affairs."
"And the local press killed the story," Rachel said while rubbing her hand on the top portion of her cast.
"Well, it didn't look like there was a story. You just sort of expect pissed-off people to vent frustrations.
"The singer was just one of the names, and she flatly denied all the charges. Rachel, it never happened. No pictures, no tapes, no depositions." I got another beer.
"Disappointed?" I asked.
Part 3 to come
"Eric, here's someone you can introduce me to," she said, posing that zipper-busting smile at the producer while making sure that he saw her poor broken leg. I have to admit that it was growing on me. When I watched her on her crutches she looked so radiant, so happy.
"Rachelllllll," he beamed. His arms folded around the network reporter.
"Poor dear what happened to you hon?"
"Little moto accident"
"Only you Rachel can look so sexy trapped in plaster like you are"
"I guess you two know one another already," I said.
The Hollywood producer smiled. "Oh, yeah. I've known Rachel for...how many years?" he said while turning back toward the beautiful Blond.
"Who's counting?" she replied, moving slightly to get comfortable on her crutches.
Rachel assumed her reporter persona rather quickly. "How does it feel to have etched your place in presidential history by giving the longest speech of anyone on the platform today?" There was that smile again.
"Hon, you just remember one thing that I said today; that's what history will see: the president has just met his worst nightmare. Mark it down...and watch," he replied.
Almost immediately he was drawn away by a campaign staffer.
"Listen, Eric," she said. "Yesterday I heard some talk about a nightclub singer. Do you know anything about her?"
I glanced around to make sure the cameraman wasn't taping us. "How 'bout us finding a dimly lit bar somewhere, and I'll give you my take on that?"
She glanced at her broken leg.
"I've got to go live in a couple of hours and carrying this cast around all day, would you settle for a bottle of wine being sent up to my room?"
I tried my level best to conceal the excitement I felt, even though I could see the hair on my arms standing at attention.
"Sure," I answered. "But only if you will remember one thing."
"What?" she asked with an inquisitive expression.
"We're in Arkansas. I'm from Arkansas. Born and bred in Arkansas. Mind if we order a six-pack?"
She laughed.
"No problem," she answered with a pretty good Caribbean imitation.
Her room was on the ninth floor and looked out over the River. I walked to the opened drapes.
"If you look real hard, you can almost see where I live over there on the horizon," I said.
Rachel was beside me using only 1 crutch and hopping around the room, handing me a Bud Light.
"I'll be sure to come to the window tonight before I go to bed and say goodnight to you."
The beating of my heart shifted into overdrive. There was a moment of awkward silence before Rachel spoke again.
"Okay, bud...spill your guts!" she said.
We moved to the sofa; I with a beer, her hand cradling a glass of Chardonnay. The beautiful Blond curled onto the sofa after resting her cast on the huge pillow.
Her toes pointed at me. The skirt had pulled about six inches above those marvellous knee and cast, pulling my gaze as well to her long cast. For a few seconds I wondered how she actually felt trapped in that cast. Such an incredible bondage possibility.
I cleared my throat and raised my eyes to hers. "Off the record?" She nodded.
"Back in '88, a state employee reportedly tried to protect himself and get reinstated to his job by threatening to reveal all sorts of sexual affairs."
"And the local press killed the story," Rachel said while rubbing her hand on the top portion of her cast.
"Well, it didn't look like there was a story. You just sort of expect pissed-off people to vent frustrations.
"The singer was just one of the names, and she flatly denied all the charges. Rachel, it never happened. No pictures, no tapes, no depositions." I got another beer.
"Disappointed?" I asked.
Part 3 to come
Sunday, September 16, 2007
The Reporter p1
The Reporter
Part 1
Following a candidate for President of the United States for the thirteen months as a freelance writer had proven to be a roller coaster ride of fast ups, fast downs, curves when you were not quite ready and, mostly, a renewed belief in the motto, Expect the unexpected.
Sometime a single woman focused the media mindset on sex almost from the start, and my being from the same area of the country caused my own prominence at hushed meetings with journalists at restaurant.
Of course, I was there to get a story like everyone else so anything I said was off-the-record; all I needed was to see my name in print just once, and I'd never get another interview with the candidate.
Thursday, was one of those Indian Summer. The sky was blue with a temperature in the mid-eighties when the governor walked onto the platform at the Old State House.
Thirteen minutes into his speech he announced his candidacy to the mostly loyal 4,500 gathered under the shade trees. I had opted not to join the media on their platform, preferring to stand with the crowd and record this historic moment from the John Doe
perspective.
Don't Stop Thinking About Tomorrow, the Fleetwood Mac hit song,
began blaring from the loudspeakers just as the speech ended. Thirteen months later the entire nation would see the newly elected First and Second Couples dancing to the same music when they claimed victory.
Later on during the campaign the music was still blaring as hundreds of people walked the hundred yards to a fund-raising reception. I smiled when members of the national media were told they would have to contribute at least ten bucks for admittance
to the reception. It was, after all, a fund raiser.
To me, however, it was a classic political move on the candidate's part. As each ten dollar bill was pulled from pockets, wallets and purses belonging to reporters, the campaign was beginning to exercise control over those who would become crucial in he’s
attempt to unseat an incumbent president.
Rachel was trying to borrow money from her cameraman since she didn’t have her purse with her being stuck on crutches, when I moved up beside her.
"Here, darling,".
"Allow me to introduce you to the next president," I said.
Every time I reflect on the primary, I think of Rachel because that lovely Network Blond was truly, in all aspects, a fox. She had the bluest eyes; I cannot tell you how many times following that initial meeting that I lost all grasp of reality while staring deeply into those clear, Caribbean-blue windows to her soul.
But more importantly I remember a great reporter who despite a badly broken leg in a motorcycle accident, stuck in a plaster cast covering her leg from the toes to her way up her long and sexy leg and spending months on crutches. Non weight bearing cast bent at the knee because of the 4 broken bones in her right leg.
Of course I did not have to make any introduction; he knew who she was. A few minutes passed while we moved through the throng of people to a less crowded area to help her on her crutches.
"He called you Eric," Rachel said. "How well do you know him."
"I met him back in '98 when he began the successful part of his political career, and I've talked to him at dozens of functions since then. I've visited with him out at the capitol a few times and even attended a party at the mansion once."
"What sort of party," the reporter asked.
"Nothing really special. You see, once a year he had a little
punch-and-cookies party for retiring state workers, and I just happened to get invited one year," I answered.
She smiled. "You know, Eric. I think you're someone I need to keep in close touch with."
"The closer and touchier, the better," I drawled. "After all, you can count on me if you need help with your broken leg"
The cameraman caught up with us and told Rachel they needed to get some shots of her in the crowd. She excused herself, reposition her underarm crutches and moved sideways, but called back,
"Are you going on Saturday?"
"No, I plan to stay till things get going hot and heavy," I answered.
A broad smile revealed her perfect white teeth and made her even prettier.
"Okay, I'll see you later" she said. She took two steps on her crutches with her cast floating off the floor, then turned back
to find my eyes still following her.
"If not before," she added with a wink.
Rachel followed her cameraman into the crowd; I turned my attention to working the crowd: listening intently, interrupting when necessary to clarify the notes gleaned from eavesdropping. I was talking to a well-known TV producer when Rachel made her way towards me on her crutches with a smile.
Part 2 to come
Part 1
Following a candidate for President of the United States for the thirteen months as a freelance writer had proven to be a roller coaster ride of fast ups, fast downs, curves when you were not quite ready and, mostly, a renewed belief in the motto, Expect the unexpected.
Sometime a single woman focused the media mindset on sex almost from the start, and my being from the same area of the country caused my own prominence at hushed meetings with journalists at restaurant.
Of course, I was there to get a story like everyone else so anything I said was off-the-record; all I needed was to see my name in print just once, and I'd never get another interview with the candidate.
Thursday, was one of those Indian Summer. The sky was blue with a temperature in the mid-eighties when the governor walked onto the platform at the Old State House.
Thirteen minutes into his speech he announced his candidacy to the mostly loyal 4,500 gathered under the shade trees. I had opted not to join the media on their platform, preferring to stand with the crowd and record this historic moment from the John Doe
perspective.
Don't Stop Thinking About Tomorrow, the Fleetwood Mac hit song,
began blaring from the loudspeakers just as the speech ended. Thirteen months later the entire nation would see the newly elected First and Second Couples dancing to the same music when they claimed victory.
Later on during the campaign the music was still blaring as hundreds of people walked the hundred yards to a fund-raising reception. I smiled when members of the national media were told they would have to contribute at least ten bucks for admittance
to the reception. It was, after all, a fund raiser.
To me, however, it was a classic political move on the candidate's part. As each ten dollar bill was pulled from pockets, wallets and purses belonging to reporters, the campaign was beginning to exercise control over those who would become crucial in he’s
attempt to unseat an incumbent president.
Rachel was trying to borrow money from her cameraman since she didn’t have her purse with her being stuck on crutches, when I moved up beside her.
"Here, darling,".
"Allow me to introduce you to the next president," I said.
Every time I reflect on the primary, I think of Rachel because that lovely Network Blond was truly, in all aspects, a fox. She had the bluest eyes; I cannot tell you how many times following that initial meeting that I lost all grasp of reality while staring deeply into those clear, Caribbean-blue windows to her soul.
But more importantly I remember a great reporter who despite a badly broken leg in a motorcycle accident, stuck in a plaster cast covering her leg from the toes to her way up her long and sexy leg and spending months on crutches. Non weight bearing cast bent at the knee because of the 4 broken bones in her right leg.
Of course I did not have to make any introduction; he knew who she was. A few minutes passed while we moved through the throng of people to a less crowded area to help her on her crutches.
"He called you Eric," Rachel said. "How well do you know him."
"I met him back in '98 when he began the successful part of his political career, and I've talked to him at dozens of functions since then. I've visited with him out at the capitol a few times and even attended a party at the mansion once."
"What sort of party," the reporter asked.
"Nothing really special. You see, once a year he had a little
punch-and-cookies party for retiring state workers, and I just happened to get invited one year," I answered.
She smiled. "You know, Eric. I think you're someone I need to keep in close touch with."
"The closer and touchier, the better," I drawled. "After all, you can count on me if you need help with your broken leg"
The cameraman caught up with us and told Rachel they needed to get some shots of her in the crowd. She excused herself, reposition her underarm crutches and moved sideways, but called back,
"Are you going on Saturday?"
"No, I plan to stay till things get going hot and heavy," I answered.
A broad smile revealed her perfect white teeth and made her even prettier.
"Okay, I'll see you later" she said. She took two steps on her crutches with her cast floating off the floor, then turned back
to find my eyes still following her.
"If not before," she added with a wink.
Rachel followed her cameraman into the crowd; I turned my attention to working the crowd: listening intently, interrupting when necessary to clarify the notes gleaned from eavesdropping. I was talking to a well-known TV producer when Rachel made her way towards me on her crutches with a smile.
Part 2 to come
Friday, September 14, 2007
The View Con.
Conclusion
She was starting to thrust her hips even more now, so my hand would contact the wet fabric of her g string. I pressed her warm mound with my fingers and her murmuring became moaning.
Her right leg started to vibrate and her right shoe fell from her toes onto the floor. I hardly noticed; I was interested in seeing how I could work her up with the cast bent like it was.
Horny sexy woman in a full leg cast wanting more…was I dreaming…
I took an ice cube from my drink and slowly rubbed it on the outside of her g string. She drew in a breath, opened her eyes and looked down. I had surprised her.
Then she surprised me. She took the ice cube from me, stretched her g string aside and started rubbing her clit with it. First slowly, then fast, she kept it up until the cube had turned to water in her hand.
My hand was there before she'd finished. Two fingers slid easily up her warm pussy and I started to move them in and out. By curling my fingers and leaning forward I could feel the soft
corrugations of her g-spot.
I knew when I'd reached it because she started to spasm and moan loadly. If the music wasn't so loud, she'd have had every person
in the place watching.
I felt like prolonging this a little, to see how far she'd go, so I pulled my fingers out slowly. She tried to stop me with her hand and then started masturbating herself. I grabbed her hand away.
She pulled her left leg away and, with my help, stood up on her good leg and faced me, barefoot. Her dress was up around her waist.
She hopped closer and, with a wicked grin, pushed her broken leg out towards my crotch. I could feel her hard cast rubbing my hard cock. I could feel pre-cum from my cock dripping down.
"I'm enjoying myself a lot tonight, too", she said, as she straddled me on the sofa while I was holding on to her broken leg.
Through my thin summer pants, I could distinctly feel the heat and wetness where she made contact with my hard on. She started rotating her hips on top of me and.
She rocked more vigorously now, one hand down at her clit, the
other squeezing her breast and teasing the nipple erect so I could see it through her bra quite clearly.
Then, she came. A quick shudder followed by almost stillness.
"Oh my God", was all she said, softly. One finger still deep inside herself, she moved forward against me. Her butt and thighs were drenched in sweat and I could feel a wet warmth penetrating the front of my pants.
After a minute or two, she stand up, reaching for her crutches, smiling broadly.
"I guess I owe you one", she said smiling.
Her pink cast was just an inch or two from my dick, trapped still
inside my pants. I shivered as she stroked my hard on with her nail broken leg again driving me to cum on the spot this time, unable to control.
"Thank you again, I really needed this and hope to see you again?", she asked.
I suggested next friday, despite an almost irresistible urge to fuck her on the sofa right there. The tease and the provocation was more fun than the consummation, I suppose.
"How about I pick you up at 7:00pm and will go for supper?
She smiled and pulled her dress down a little,
"I look forward to it."
She turned on her crutches and gracefully like nothing happened , she looked classy again while she crutched towards her friend, hips swaying, dress wriggling.
The End
She was starting to thrust her hips even more now, so my hand would contact the wet fabric of her g string. I pressed her warm mound with my fingers and her murmuring became moaning.
Her right leg started to vibrate and her right shoe fell from her toes onto the floor. I hardly noticed; I was interested in seeing how I could work her up with the cast bent like it was.
Horny sexy woman in a full leg cast wanting more…was I dreaming…
I took an ice cube from my drink and slowly rubbed it on the outside of her g string. She drew in a breath, opened her eyes and looked down. I had surprised her.
Then she surprised me. She took the ice cube from me, stretched her g string aside and started rubbing her clit with it. First slowly, then fast, she kept it up until the cube had turned to water in her hand.
My hand was there before she'd finished. Two fingers slid easily up her warm pussy and I started to move them in and out. By curling my fingers and leaning forward I could feel the soft
corrugations of her g-spot.
I knew when I'd reached it because she started to spasm and moan loadly. If the music wasn't so loud, she'd have had every person
in the place watching.
I felt like prolonging this a little, to see how far she'd go, so I pulled my fingers out slowly. She tried to stop me with her hand and then started masturbating herself. I grabbed her hand away.
She pulled her left leg away and, with my help, stood up on her good leg and faced me, barefoot. Her dress was up around her waist.
She hopped closer and, with a wicked grin, pushed her broken leg out towards my crotch. I could feel her hard cast rubbing my hard cock. I could feel pre-cum from my cock dripping down.
"I'm enjoying myself a lot tonight, too", she said, as she straddled me on the sofa while I was holding on to her broken leg.
Through my thin summer pants, I could distinctly feel the heat and wetness where she made contact with my hard on. She started rotating her hips on top of me and.
She rocked more vigorously now, one hand down at her clit, the
other squeezing her breast and teasing the nipple erect so I could see it through her bra quite clearly.
Then, she came. A quick shudder followed by almost stillness.
"Oh my God", was all she said, softly. One finger still deep inside herself, she moved forward against me. Her butt and thighs were drenched in sweat and I could feel a wet warmth penetrating the front of my pants.
After a minute or two, she stand up, reaching for her crutches, smiling broadly.
"I guess I owe you one", she said smiling.
Her pink cast was just an inch or two from my dick, trapped still
inside my pants. I shivered as she stroked my hard on with her nail broken leg again driving me to cum on the spot this time, unable to control.
"Thank you again, I really needed this and hope to see you again?", she asked.
I suggested next friday, despite an almost irresistible urge to fuck her on the sofa right there. The tease and the provocation was more fun than the consummation, I suppose.
"How about I pick you up at 7:00pm and will go for supper?
She smiled and pulled her dress down a little,
"I look forward to it."
She turned on her crutches and gracefully like nothing happened , she looked classy again while she crutched towards her friend, hips swaying, dress wriggling.
The End
Sunday, September 9, 2007
The View p2
Part 2
Her thighs were together but some little rhythm set her right foot swaying in time to the music. She glanced at me once more, then suddenly leaned right forward towards me, over her thighs. I caught a glimpse of cleavage as her top gaped forward.
She was bending over to fiddle with the cast on her left foot, moving her thighs well apart in order to reach her toes. She rubbed her toes for a few minutes knowing dam well I was watching her and her sexy cast
The pink cast heel and sole in contrast to the slender toes that. It was perfectly clear I'd watched all of this closely and, as if by explanation, she leaned forward again.
"These shoe look great, but that cast must not be that comfortable". I could hardly hear her over the music.
"You're right about the first part though. The do look great but my cast is comfortable." I smiled and she leaned forward once more.
"I'd like to just take the cast off my foot and scratch my toes and foot, it’s itching already, she replied, running her finger a few inches along the top of her thigh.
"Why don't you just let me help you if you like." I waited for a small smile before I continued,
"I'll give you a hand scratching your toes if you like".
"Thanks", she replied and quickly swung her left leg up onto my thigh. I almost spilled my drink all over her cast and I could see she was amused by my embarrassment. I could also feel my hard cock looking for a place to go in my pants
By now, she was right on the edge of her stool, her right foot on the floor. She just smiled.
She was enjoying the attention, that was clear. Why not play a little game then?
See how far she'd go?
I swivelled her broken leg to the right gently, as far as it would go, as if I was examining her cast and trying to imagine her sexy broken leg in the cast.
I took the opportunity to look up and down her cast, as she shifted her weight slightly backwards, using both arms to balance on her stool.
She was stretched out invitingly like this in front of me, her legs sufficiently wide apart that I could see the top of her g string below the hem of her tightly stretched dress.
"Are you uncomfortable?" I shouted.
"Not at all", she replied laughing.
After giving her toes at the end of the cast a couple of long squeezes and scratch.
"Oh, wow," she exclaimed, "that felt great. I've been on my crutches all day and my toes are so dry and itchy."
I was about to introduce myself to her, but thought I'd see how far she exhibit herself before we even knew anything about one another.
Without looking at me, wobbling on her right heel with her casted leg up off the ground. She pulled her dress down as far as it would go.
It was already about 2am and the crowd had thinned out a little. She positioned her crutches and slowly made her way to the sofa behind us.
As she made her way over, her hips wiggled from side to side with her long cast leading the way. It was just too perfect, so sexy and yet so dependant on her crutches for her every move.
By the time we got to the sofa, I was ready to burst my pants.
Some of the people sitting nearby gave her a good look, as she was certainly one of the nicest woman in the place. She sat leaning into the corner of the sofa her crutches within reach and slowly
drew her cast on the chair beside us. I sat down close to her.
"I'm enjoying myself a lot tonight," I commented.
She responded by grabbing her left leg with both her hands and laid it down across my lap. I could now feel the smoothness of her fiber cast as I adjusted her leg to hang between my thighs.
I started stoking her broken leg gently and I could feel her relax and begin to murmur gently while my hand also rubbed her right leg.
When my caresses came close to the top inside of her thigh, I felt her urge her hips slightly forward. Her eyes were closed and her tongue was gently licking her lips.
I felt her right hand softly take mine and nudge it closer to her pussy. She spread her legs even wider apart, if that were possible with this huge cast; I could feel the heat from her pussy without even touching her and still the coldness of her sexy cast.
Part 3 to come
Her thighs were together but some little rhythm set her right foot swaying in time to the music. She glanced at me once more, then suddenly leaned right forward towards me, over her thighs. I caught a glimpse of cleavage as her top gaped forward.
She was bending over to fiddle with the cast on her left foot, moving her thighs well apart in order to reach her toes. She rubbed her toes for a few minutes knowing dam well I was watching her and her sexy cast
The pink cast heel and sole in contrast to the slender toes that. It was perfectly clear I'd watched all of this closely and, as if by explanation, she leaned forward again.
"These shoe look great, but that cast must not be that comfortable". I could hardly hear her over the music.
"You're right about the first part though. The do look great but my cast is comfortable." I smiled and she leaned forward once more.
"I'd like to just take the cast off my foot and scratch my toes and foot, it’s itching already, she replied, running her finger a few inches along the top of her thigh.
"Why don't you just let me help you if you like." I waited for a small smile before I continued,
"I'll give you a hand scratching your toes if you like".
"Thanks", she replied and quickly swung her left leg up onto my thigh. I almost spilled my drink all over her cast and I could see she was amused by my embarrassment. I could also feel my hard cock looking for a place to go in my pants
By now, she was right on the edge of her stool, her right foot on the floor. She just smiled.
She was enjoying the attention, that was clear. Why not play a little game then?
See how far she'd go?
I swivelled her broken leg to the right gently, as far as it would go, as if I was examining her cast and trying to imagine her sexy broken leg in the cast.
I took the opportunity to look up and down her cast, as she shifted her weight slightly backwards, using both arms to balance on her stool.
She was stretched out invitingly like this in front of me, her legs sufficiently wide apart that I could see the top of her g string below the hem of her tightly stretched dress.
"Are you uncomfortable?" I shouted.
"Not at all", she replied laughing.
After giving her toes at the end of the cast a couple of long squeezes and scratch.
"Oh, wow," she exclaimed, "that felt great. I've been on my crutches all day and my toes are so dry and itchy."
I was about to introduce myself to her, but thought I'd see how far she exhibit herself before we even knew anything about one another.
Without looking at me, wobbling on her right heel with her casted leg up off the ground. She pulled her dress down as far as it would go.
It was already about 2am and the crowd had thinned out a little. She positioned her crutches and slowly made her way to the sofa behind us.
As she made her way over, her hips wiggled from side to side with her long cast leading the way. It was just too perfect, so sexy and yet so dependant on her crutches for her every move.
By the time we got to the sofa, I was ready to burst my pants.
Some of the people sitting nearby gave her a good look, as she was certainly one of the nicest woman in the place. She sat leaning into the corner of the sofa her crutches within reach and slowly
drew her cast on the chair beside us. I sat down close to her.
"I'm enjoying myself a lot tonight," I commented.
She responded by grabbing her left leg with both her hands and laid it down across my lap. I could now feel the smoothness of her fiber cast as I adjusted her leg to hang between my thighs.
I started stoking her broken leg gently and I could feel her relax and begin to murmur gently while my hand also rubbed her right leg.
When my caresses came close to the top inside of her thigh, I felt her urge her hips slightly forward. Her eyes were closed and her tongue was gently licking her lips.
I felt her right hand softly take mine and nudge it closer to her pussy. She spread her legs even wider apart, if that were possible with this huge cast; I could feel the heat from her pussy without even touching her and still the coldness of her sexy cast.
Part 3 to come
Saturday, September 8, 2007
The View p1
The View
Did she notice my interest by looking just a fraction longer than necessary? How could I not be interested, she looks fantastic even with her broken leg.
I looked away and then back again to see if she'd returned her gaze. She hadn't but, inching back even further on her high bar stool to get conformable with her broken leg, crossed her right leg over the cast for just a minute, letting her little dress ride slightly higher on her thighs.
Exposing the pink cast that was covering her leg from the toes to her thigh. The cast was bent at the knee so not to be able to apply any weight to her broken bones that were secure by this pink cast. She made no effort to cover the cast that followed the contour of her leg perfectly. She just caressed the cast with her fingers.
I tried to image the feel of the fingers on her cast.
The music was loud and she gently swayed from side to side.
She looked in her mid 20's, short blond hair, possibly Italian. She dressed to accommodate her broken leg, that was for sure. From my vantage point, it was impossible to see whether she was wearing a bra, but I guessed so because the tight, striped fabric of her dress pushed her breasts way out in front of her and held them up effortlessly.
I looked up slightly and saw, again, that she met my eye, albeit briefly before looking down towards her cast. The fingers of her left hand started playing with the edge of her cast, rubbing on the edge of her thigh.
Then her hand stopped, her palm flat on the casted portion of her upper thigh, her fingers curling in between her legs. She started rhythmically stroking her left thigh, a little smile on her lips as she sipped her drink. She leaned to the left and said something to the girl next to her.
"So", I thought,
"they're friends. I should have guessed".
I'd eyed her earlier, but it was clear the friend already was with a guy. When my girl spoke, her friend turned to face her, with her back to me, but kept her arms around the neck of a tall long-haired guy in jeans and a white T-shirt.
When I looked back at my girl she was looking at me, smiling. Her eyes flicked briefly toward her crutches, her friends resting inches from her cast.
When I finally looked down at my girl's legs, I could see she had parted them a little. Facing me directly, she continued stroking her cast. Her right leg was brown from the summer sun and she was wearing sandal with a low heels. Suddenly, I noticed her toes, with their painted nails, curl with tension at the end of her cast. Her entire foot arched within her shoe and her right leg straightened a little in front of her with her left leg bent at the knee in her protecting cast.
Wow! She was obviously not minding my watching her at all.
Two guys chose this moment to move in front of me and stop there, yelling into each others' ears above the music. They were too close to her to see what I could see and seemed interested in their own conversation anyway.
I stayed put, noticing that my girl's friend had now turned around completely, pressing her butt into the front of her guy's jeans. His hands circled her waist, the fingers of his right hand several inches down the front of her low skirt. I could now see that she was leaning to the right, saying something to her girlfriend.
The guys stayed where they were, facing away from the girls so I decided I had to move to a better position. The only obvious one I could see was a few feet to the right of my girl, where there would be just a small drinks table between me and this poor injured sexy woman. Just as I moved there, the couple to the right of my girl, got off their stools and left.
"Are these seats free?" I asked them, as they left, nodding to me.
Now I had to make a quick decision: the stool nearer or further from my girl. She wasn't looking my way, but I felt sure she had kept her eye on me. I decided on the stool further away, as it would give me a better vantage point. I'd take the risk that some other guy might want to sit closer.
I moved my stool a little towards the drinks table, which was set at the right height for customers on stools. It was laden with drinks already, so I moved some glasses to put mine down. As I did so, my girl also was looking for space for her drink.
I smiled, said nothing, but cleared a small space for her glass.
She smiled back and I nodded, returning my gaze to the crowd in front of us
Out of the corner of my eye, I could see her turning slightly toward me, her rigid left leg first, away from her friends. I turned back to get my drink and saw that she was now facing me, perhaps just four or five feet away, her dress virtually around her waist, as she'd stretched it to swivel towards me.
I could see the long leg cast completely making direct contact with her stool with her foot trapped in the air but right now looking so desirable.
I returned my attention to my girl. She obviously was wearing a g string, and not much of one, as I could see the side of her left leg cast all the way up to her waist.
Her thighs were together but some little rhythm set her right foot swaying in time to the music. She glanced at me once more, then suddenly …..
Part 2 to come
Did she notice my interest by looking just a fraction longer than necessary? How could I not be interested, she looks fantastic even with her broken leg.
I looked away and then back again to see if she'd returned her gaze. She hadn't but, inching back even further on her high bar stool to get conformable with her broken leg, crossed her right leg over the cast for just a minute, letting her little dress ride slightly higher on her thighs.
Exposing the pink cast that was covering her leg from the toes to her thigh. The cast was bent at the knee so not to be able to apply any weight to her broken bones that were secure by this pink cast. She made no effort to cover the cast that followed the contour of her leg perfectly. She just caressed the cast with her fingers.
I tried to image the feel of the fingers on her cast.
The music was loud and she gently swayed from side to side.
She looked in her mid 20's, short blond hair, possibly Italian. She dressed to accommodate her broken leg, that was for sure. From my vantage point, it was impossible to see whether she was wearing a bra, but I guessed so because the tight, striped fabric of her dress pushed her breasts way out in front of her and held them up effortlessly.
I looked up slightly and saw, again, that she met my eye, albeit briefly before looking down towards her cast. The fingers of her left hand started playing with the edge of her cast, rubbing on the edge of her thigh.
Then her hand stopped, her palm flat on the casted portion of her upper thigh, her fingers curling in between her legs. She started rhythmically stroking her left thigh, a little smile on her lips as she sipped her drink. She leaned to the left and said something to the girl next to her.
"So", I thought,
"they're friends. I should have guessed".
I'd eyed her earlier, but it was clear the friend already was with a guy. When my girl spoke, her friend turned to face her, with her back to me, but kept her arms around the neck of a tall long-haired guy in jeans and a white T-shirt.
When I looked back at my girl she was looking at me, smiling. Her eyes flicked briefly toward her crutches, her friends resting inches from her cast.
When I finally looked down at my girl's legs, I could see she had parted them a little. Facing me directly, she continued stroking her cast. Her right leg was brown from the summer sun and she was wearing sandal with a low heels. Suddenly, I noticed her toes, with their painted nails, curl with tension at the end of her cast. Her entire foot arched within her shoe and her right leg straightened a little in front of her with her left leg bent at the knee in her protecting cast.
Wow! She was obviously not minding my watching her at all.
Two guys chose this moment to move in front of me and stop there, yelling into each others' ears above the music. They were too close to her to see what I could see and seemed interested in their own conversation anyway.
I stayed put, noticing that my girl's friend had now turned around completely, pressing her butt into the front of her guy's jeans. His hands circled her waist, the fingers of his right hand several inches down the front of her low skirt. I could now see that she was leaning to the right, saying something to her girlfriend.
The guys stayed where they were, facing away from the girls so I decided I had to move to a better position. The only obvious one I could see was a few feet to the right of my girl, where there would be just a small drinks table between me and this poor injured sexy woman. Just as I moved there, the couple to the right of my girl, got off their stools and left.
"Are these seats free?" I asked them, as they left, nodding to me.
Now I had to make a quick decision: the stool nearer or further from my girl. She wasn't looking my way, but I felt sure she had kept her eye on me. I decided on the stool further away, as it would give me a better vantage point. I'd take the risk that some other guy might want to sit closer.
I moved my stool a little towards the drinks table, which was set at the right height for customers on stools. It was laden with drinks already, so I moved some glasses to put mine down. As I did so, my girl also was looking for space for her drink.
I smiled, said nothing, but cleared a small space for her glass.
She smiled back and I nodded, returning my gaze to the crowd in front of us
Out of the corner of my eye, I could see her turning slightly toward me, her rigid left leg first, away from her friends. I turned back to get my drink and saw that she was now facing me, perhaps just four or five feet away, her dress virtually around her waist, as she'd stretched it to swivel towards me.
I could see the long leg cast completely making direct contact with her stool with her foot trapped in the air but right now looking so desirable.
I returned my attention to my girl. She obviously was wearing a g string, and not much of one, as I could see the side of her left leg cast all the way up to her waist.
Her thighs were together but some little rhythm set her right foot swaying in time to the music. She glanced at me once more, then suddenly …..
Part 2 to come
Thursday, September 6, 2007
Back Home con
Part 3
I have to tell you something… He said looking at her
I have been fantasizing about woman in leg cast all my life. It’s such a turn on for me to see you using crutches and looking so so sexy with this lovely cast protecting your left foot and leg he told her.
She smiled and nodded, so happy that he came clean about his fetish as he did. She parted her leg further and wiggled underneath him. His cock was hard enough to cut diamonds as it pressed against her. He kissed her again and manoeuvred his hips to where the stiff member pressed into the slit and opened her up.
Hummmmm, now I have to tell you something… She said moaning from his hard cock teasing her.
Look at my poor left foot Matt in that cast that’s been driving you crazy. I was late to work. I walking down the stairs running on my heels wearing my shirt and blouse.He pushed in firmly, deeply, a steady motion, until he pressed solidly against her cervix.
Oh yes! Oh, God, yes! he whispered, not moving, just feeling her flesh engulf him. I wanted this so much, baby!
Oh god I needed this Matt. I stepped off the last stair to the ground that you never fixed love. She moan
Using strong, well-toned muscles, she squeezed and released, giving him the feeling of a tight velvet fist milking his cock inside her.
He shivered, Poor Sophie
He reached for her left leg and lifted it up with the cast in front of his face, remaining balls deep inside her.
Half of my left foot was on the cement while the other half was suspended in the air. The combined weight, angle of my high heel and speed was catastrophicccccccccccc.
He resumed the rubbing her cast now, though it was even more fervent than before. Holding the heel of her cast, planted a line of ticklish wet licks across the bottom of her toes, then sucked each toe, one at a time, holding it in his mouth, twirling his tongue around it.
She moaned loudly, all the feelings threatening to drive her insane. He made her feel so full being inside her this way, and the chills running the whole stretch of her leg and foot inside the cast.
You are so good Matt…I wished you were here when I broke my foot
When I step full weight on my foot trapped in a 4 inch leather stilettos heel it bend sideways and I hear a snap and feel grinding on my foot while I fall forward.
She found herself unable to keep still any longer. She squeezed him again internally, then began to pump her hips very slowly, sliding him in and out of her clenching pussy.
Oh god I wished I would have seen you Sophie he sighed
I know dear, I saw the webpages with models in cast… but to be honest this was the most excruciating pain of my life. In time the pain subsided and I was able get up and to hobble over to the phone to make a call.
He began to match her rhythm now, stroke for stroke. They moved faster and faster, the passion rising, their eyes closed, their minds fully focused on only one feeling now.
I want to cum Matt now.
I need this so badly and when the Doctor told me that the Xrays confirmed that it was broken and there was strained ligaments and tendons. Oh pleaseeeeeeeeeee
Leaning over her, he gathered her up in his arms to press hard against her whole body. She locked her arms around his neck and her legs around his waist and they appeared as one frantic broken creature with a cast on. They moved as one, their actions precisely in sync from years of practice.
Her moans were very loud now, her breath a pant. He growled in her ear, telling her over and over again that he loved her. It was more than a joining of bodies, it was a joining of their souls. They kissed, mouths working voraciously.
Her breath whooshed out of her with each thrust and he caught each moan in his own mouth and gave it back to her in a kiss. They clutched at each other, holding so tightly that it hurt but still trying to get closer, to share each other`s skin while keeping his hand on her casted foot
The climax hit them both at the same time as it always did when they were lost to their passion this way. He cried out and thrust in as deep as he could, holding it inside her as he felt the waves roll over him, felt his cum pumping into her. Her spasms began as soon as she felt this final thrust. She squeezed him involuntarily now, screaming her own pleasure, milking every drop from him.
Minutes later when the frenzy subsided, he collapsed on her.
They stayed this way for some time, until his cock had softened and slipped out of her. She purred softly on his chest like a sleepy kitten and her breathing was slow and regular.
She slid her cast over his leg
The money he made while on deployment was better but sometimes he wondered if it was worth it. To miss this passion. To miss the woman he’d loved for fifteen years.
This woman that will need his help the next few weeks while in this cast.
He sighed and closed his eyes and saw her again standing at the airport on her crutches looking so desirable in that cast . It was good to be home again.
THE END
I have to tell you something… He said looking at her
I have been fantasizing about woman in leg cast all my life. It’s such a turn on for me to see you using crutches and looking so so sexy with this lovely cast protecting your left foot and leg he told her.
She smiled and nodded, so happy that he came clean about his fetish as he did. She parted her leg further and wiggled underneath him. His cock was hard enough to cut diamonds as it pressed against her. He kissed her again and manoeuvred his hips to where the stiff member pressed into the slit and opened her up.
Hummmmm, now I have to tell you something… She said moaning from his hard cock teasing her.
Look at my poor left foot Matt in that cast that’s been driving you crazy. I was late to work. I walking down the stairs running on my heels wearing my shirt and blouse.He pushed in firmly, deeply, a steady motion, until he pressed solidly against her cervix.
Oh yes! Oh, God, yes! he whispered, not moving, just feeling her flesh engulf him. I wanted this so much, baby!
Oh god I needed this Matt. I stepped off the last stair to the ground that you never fixed love. She moan
Using strong, well-toned muscles, she squeezed and released, giving him the feeling of a tight velvet fist milking his cock inside her.
He shivered, Poor Sophie
He reached for her left leg and lifted it up with the cast in front of his face, remaining balls deep inside her.
Half of my left foot was on the cement while the other half was suspended in the air. The combined weight, angle of my high heel and speed was catastrophicccccccccccc.
He resumed the rubbing her cast now, though it was even more fervent than before. Holding the heel of her cast, planted a line of ticklish wet licks across the bottom of her toes, then sucked each toe, one at a time, holding it in his mouth, twirling his tongue around it.
She moaned loudly, all the feelings threatening to drive her insane. He made her feel so full being inside her this way, and the chills running the whole stretch of her leg and foot inside the cast.
You are so good Matt…I wished you were here when I broke my foot
When I step full weight on my foot trapped in a 4 inch leather stilettos heel it bend sideways and I hear a snap and feel grinding on my foot while I fall forward.
She found herself unable to keep still any longer. She squeezed him again internally, then began to pump her hips very slowly, sliding him in and out of her clenching pussy.
Oh god I wished I would have seen you Sophie he sighed
I know dear, I saw the webpages with models in cast… but to be honest this was the most excruciating pain of my life. In time the pain subsided and I was able get up and to hobble over to the phone to make a call.
He began to match her rhythm now, stroke for stroke. They moved faster and faster, the passion rising, their eyes closed, their minds fully focused on only one feeling now.
I want to cum Matt now.
I need this so badly and when the Doctor told me that the Xrays confirmed that it was broken and there was strained ligaments and tendons. Oh pleaseeeeeeeeeee
Leaning over her, he gathered her up in his arms to press hard against her whole body. She locked her arms around his neck and her legs around his waist and they appeared as one frantic broken creature with a cast on. They moved as one, their actions precisely in sync from years of practice.
Her moans were very loud now, her breath a pant. He growled in her ear, telling her over and over again that he loved her. It was more than a joining of bodies, it was a joining of their souls. They kissed, mouths working voraciously.
Her breath whooshed out of her with each thrust and he caught each moan in his own mouth and gave it back to her in a kiss. They clutched at each other, holding so tightly that it hurt but still trying to get closer, to share each other`s skin while keeping his hand on her casted foot
The climax hit them both at the same time as it always did when they were lost to their passion this way. He cried out and thrust in as deep as he could, holding it inside her as he felt the waves roll over him, felt his cum pumping into her. Her spasms began as soon as she felt this final thrust. She squeezed him involuntarily now, screaming her own pleasure, milking every drop from him.
Minutes later when the frenzy subsided, he collapsed on her.
They stayed this way for some time, until his cock had softened and slipped out of her. She purred softly on his chest like a sleepy kitten and her breathing was slow and regular.
She slid her cast over his leg
The money he made while on deployment was better but sometimes he wondered if it was worth it. To miss this passion. To miss the woman he’d loved for fifteen years.
This woman that will need his help the next few weeks while in this cast.
He sighed and closed his eyes and saw her again standing at the airport on her crutches looking so desirable in that cast . It was good to be home again.
THE END
Tuesday, September 4, 2007
Back Home p2
Part 2
The house was the same, she’d kept it up just fine, wodering how she did it the last few weeks on crutches. He breathed in the scent of home, eyes closed, lips turning up at the corners. He felt good.
Are you hungry? She asked smiling on her crutches with her broken foot inches from the floor . I can make you something if you like, I’m getting real agile on these, she said showing off on her crutches knowing dam well what effect that had on her husband.
Like he needed more after spending months away in Iraq
It was already after 8pm. They served something on the flight, he answered. I’m fine. I think I’d just like a long, hot bath, okay?
How is your foot?
She nodded OK, only wanting him to be happy and comfortable, thankful for his presence again.
He went into the bedroom and she listened as he turned on the water and bumped around in there a bit. She opened up his suitcase and started pulling out clothes, sorting the dirty ones to be washed.
Baby? he called.
Yes?
C’mere.
She used one of her crutches to get up without standing on her cast and then slowly made her way to the bedroom. She opened the bedroom door and was very surprised at what she saw. All the
lights were out and a couple of candles were lit on the side of the bed.
Wow, she smiled standing on her crutches with her cast in front.
He motioning for her to come closer. She did.
No! Come here! he pointed to the bed in front of himself. He was sitting on it with his legs spread
She smiled again.
Dropped her crutches, standing on 1 leg she then pulled the dress over her head, tossing it into the corner. She hopped on her good leg, careful not to bang her cast to the bed.
She struggled on her good leg to stand on the bed with her back to him. She kept her knee bent with the cast inches from his hard cock…
Then slowly lowered herself in front of him, careful not to stand on her broken foot but looking so sensual doing it slowly right in front of him, almost ignoring him but causing quite an impact. As her butt passed his face.
He leaned forward and gently nipped one cheek with his teeth while his hand rubbed the hard cast.
Ow! she cried out, laughing.
Are you taking advantage of this injured disable woman?
A few seconds later, she was sitting comfortably between his legs. He pulled her back against his chest in a reclining position and circled her with his arms. When she leaned back, she tilted her head sideways to lie on one of his shoulders, which put his mouth directly against her ear. It was heaven.
They sat this way silently for a long time, both lost peacefully in the sensation of just being together. While she didn’t see him, he kept looking at the perfect shape of her cast. Following the contour of her lower leg perfectly.
Then he began to quietly sing to her, a song he had always sworn must’ve been written about her.
He brushes her long blond hair¦ and then she asks him, do I look all right and he says Yes, you look wonderful tonight. Specially in that…
She floated on the sound of his voice, she knew how he must be in heaven to have her in this leg cast, the way it rested on his leg, thinking there was never a more perfect moment. God, she loved him so much!
He then gently sat her on the edge of the bed with her broken foot floating.
Neither of them spoke as he knelt in front of her, between her good leg and the cast. His head was even with hers now and again he stared deep into her eyes, drowning. Words weren’t necessary between them.
He leaned over and pressed his lips softly to her forehead. Then he kissed down over her eyebrows, down over her eyes, across her nose, slowly down one cheek, then the other. He paused at her mouth only long enough to run his tongue around her full, half-parted lips before he moved on to her jaw, tracing its line from
one ear to the other.
By now, she had chills breaking out all over her skin. She closed her eyes and let herself be lost in the feeling but she tried to rub him with her broken foot but he had his hand on her cast…
Holding his injured wife foot. Controlling the situation
He continued to kiss her, from her jaw down to her neck, both sides of it, then underneath her chin. He kissed both ears,
sucking for a moment. His breath tickled her when he did that.
His mouth moved over her collar bone, to her shoulders, slowly down each arm to her hands. He held her hand in his, first kissing the palm, then drawing each finger into his mouth and sucking for a moment, one after the other until he’d done all ten.
He wanted to go straight to her lovely toes but no… her pleasure first
She couldn’t help but squirm and whimper. The chills were overwhelming, leaving her body so sensitized to every touch that she could even feel her muscles tensing inside the cast.
Then, leaning over her, now on his hands and knees, he kissed down her throat again, his tongue trailing a cool line to the valley between her breasts. He kissed and licked over each one, flicking the nipple with his tongue briefly, teasingly, then moving on. He kissed beneath it, down her tummy.
She felt as though she would explode as he moved on. The moans and sighs were louder now as he made his way over her soft belly. She whispered his name over and over again. He tongued her belly button, kissed across to her hips and that especially tickly spot where her thighs joined her body.
As he reached the soft, fuzzy triangle between her legs, he grabbed her left leg and took a hold of her hard cast.
He loved the feel of her cast on his fingers, the immobility and hardness was driving him nuts. The idea that only that sexy cast could protect her broken foot was turning him now like nothing else could.
6 more weeks on these crutches and in that cast.
Matt could smell her arousal, hot and ready. She had trimmed the fine blond hair very short and he could see how the full lips had engorged even more. He dragged his tongue up the slit, parting it only the slightest bit, finding it fully wet and sweet.
Oh, honey! he almost roared, passion flaring suddenly, almost violently within him. He moved up over her again, his face right above hers. She could smell herself on his lips.
I have to tell you something…
Part 3 to come
The house was the same, she’d kept it up just fine, wodering how she did it the last few weeks on crutches. He breathed in the scent of home, eyes closed, lips turning up at the corners. He felt good.
Are you hungry? She asked smiling on her crutches with her broken foot inches from the floor . I can make you something if you like, I’m getting real agile on these, she said showing off on her crutches knowing dam well what effect that had on her husband.
Like he needed more after spending months away in Iraq
It was already after 8pm. They served something on the flight, he answered. I’m fine. I think I’d just like a long, hot bath, okay?
How is your foot?
She nodded OK, only wanting him to be happy and comfortable, thankful for his presence again.
He went into the bedroom and she listened as he turned on the water and bumped around in there a bit. She opened up his suitcase and started pulling out clothes, sorting the dirty ones to be washed.
Baby? he called.
Yes?
C’mere.
She used one of her crutches to get up without standing on her cast and then slowly made her way to the bedroom. She opened the bedroom door and was very surprised at what she saw. All the
lights were out and a couple of candles were lit on the side of the bed.
Wow, she smiled standing on her crutches with her cast in front.
He motioning for her to come closer. She did.
No! Come here! he pointed to the bed in front of himself. He was sitting on it with his legs spread
She smiled again.
Dropped her crutches, standing on 1 leg she then pulled the dress over her head, tossing it into the corner. She hopped on her good leg, careful not to bang her cast to the bed.
She struggled on her good leg to stand on the bed with her back to him. She kept her knee bent with the cast inches from his hard cock…
Then slowly lowered herself in front of him, careful not to stand on her broken foot but looking so sensual doing it slowly right in front of him, almost ignoring him but causing quite an impact. As her butt passed his face.
He leaned forward and gently nipped one cheek with his teeth while his hand rubbed the hard cast.
Ow! she cried out, laughing.
Are you taking advantage of this injured disable woman?
A few seconds later, she was sitting comfortably between his legs. He pulled her back against his chest in a reclining position and circled her with his arms. When she leaned back, she tilted her head sideways to lie on one of his shoulders, which put his mouth directly against her ear. It was heaven.
They sat this way silently for a long time, both lost peacefully in the sensation of just being together. While she didn’t see him, he kept looking at the perfect shape of her cast. Following the contour of her lower leg perfectly.
Then he began to quietly sing to her, a song he had always sworn must’ve been written about her.
He brushes her long blond hair¦ and then she asks him, do I look all right and he says Yes, you look wonderful tonight. Specially in that…
She floated on the sound of his voice, she knew how he must be in heaven to have her in this leg cast, the way it rested on his leg, thinking there was never a more perfect moment. God, she loved him so much!
He then gently sat her on the edge of the bed with her broken foot floating.
Neither of them spoke as he knelt in front of her, between her good leg and the cast. His head was even with hers now and again he stared deep into her eyes, drowning. Words weren’t necessary between them.
He leaned over and pressed his lips softly to her forehead. Then he kissed down over her eyebrows, down over her eyes, across her nose, slowly down one cheek, then the other. He paused at her mouth only long enough to run his tongue around her full, half-parted lips before he moved on to her jaw, tracing its line from
one ear to the other.
By now, she had chills breaking out all over her skin. She closed her eyes and let herself be lost in the feeling but she tried to rub him with her broken foot but he had his hand on her cast…
Holding his injured wife foot. Controlling the situation
He continued to kiss her, from her jaw down to her neck, both sides of it, then underneath her chin. He kissed both ears,
sucking for a moment. His breath tickled her when he did that.
His mouth moved over her collar bone, to her shoulders, slowly down each arm to her hands. He held her hand in his, first kissing the palm, then drawing each finger into his mouth and sucking for a moment, one after the other until he’d done all ten.
He wanted to go straight to her lovely toes but no… her pleasure first
She couldn’t help but squirm and whimper. The chills were overwhelming, leaving her body so sensitized to every touch that she could even feel her muscles tensing inside the cast.
Then, leaning over her, now on his hands and knees, he kissed down her throat again, his tongue trailing a cool line to the valley between her breasts. He kissed and licked over each one, flicking the nipple with his tongue briefly, teasingly, then moving on. He kissed beneath it, down her tummy.
She felt as though she would explode as he moved on. The moans and sighs were louder now as he made his way over her soft belly. She whispered his name over and over again. He tongued her belly button, kissed across to her hips and that especially tickly spot where her thighs joined her body.
As he reached the soft, fuzzy triangle between her legs, he grabbed her left leg and took a hold of her hard cast.
He loved the feel of her cast on his fingers, the immobility and hardness was driving him nuts. The idea that only that sexy cast could protect her broken foot was turning him now like nothing else could.
6 more weeks on these crutches and in that cast.
Matt could smell her arousal, hot and ready. She had trimmed the fine blond hair very short and he could see how the full lips had engorged even more. He dragged his tongue up the slit, parting it only the slightest bit, finding it fully wet and sweet.
Oh, honey! he almost roared, passion flaring suddenly, almost violently within him. He moved up over her again, his face right above hers. She could smell herself on his lips.
I have to tell you something…
Part 3 to come
Monday, September 3, 2007
Back Home p1
Back home
She made a pretty picture standing there at the gate o her crutches, wearing a modest sundress with a summery pale yellow print and thin-strapped sandal on her right foot and a cast on her left.
She broke her foot 2 weeks ago and now she was in a nice purple cast from her toes to her knee. Nothing serious but she was to use her crutches for the next 6 weeks…no cheating
It was difficult to pinpoint her age, as small as she was. Five feet 5 inches tall, maybe 110 pounds. Her bare arms and legs were tanned and that looked so nice with her purple cast and she wore no makeup.
As she waited, she rested her cast on top of her good foot while balancing back and forth anxiously on her crutches.
On closer examination, one might catch sight of a few fine strands of silver in the honey gold hair that flowed loose down her back.
Her eyes held none of the uncertainty that younger women often have. She knew who she was and she was confident that he was going to love her new look. The gimp look, so sexy on crutches with the protecting cast.
She didn’t break her foot intentionally, it was an accident but while her husband was in Iraq the last 8 months she found on the computer pictures of models in leg cast. She is no model but eh…she`s a real sexy woman on crutches waiting for her man.
At her next turnaround, she saw the nose of the big jet easing around the corner, pulling slowly towards the walkway. A smile of pure delight made her glow has she bended her knee to keep her broken foot off the ground and moved forward on her crutches to stand directly in line with the door that would soon open and spill passengers out into the terminal.
When it did, he was the first to step through it, as he always tried to be. It didn’t seem possible but her smile broadened even further and her eyes glistened with tears of joy has she squeezed the handle of her crutches tighter.
It had been 7 months –23 days ! - since she’d seen him last. She was glad she hadn’t been closer to the door because this extra space gave him time to drink in the sight of her on crutches - refilling his memory.
He was six feet tall, 190 pounds, all very solid muscle and barrel chest that made his voice resonate when he spoke. She loved how it tapered down to the firm, rounded butt in back. She teased him about his butt sometimes - about just how gorgeous she thought it
was.
Nothing made her happier though than seeing his handsome face. His dark, deep-set eyes sparkled as he returned her gaze.
She couldn’t hold back another minute and she launched herself towards him on her crutches with her cast behind her. He
dropped his leather carry-on and held his arms out for her, snatching her up off her feet and holding her so tightly that she could barely breathe and dropped her crutches.
Her arms went around his neck and she nuzzled her head beneath his chin, burying her face against his warm, soft skin while he hold her for support. That was her spot.
Oh, baby, I missed you so much, but what happened to your leg! he whispered, hugging her even tighter. She looked so fantastic on her crutches and sporting that purple cast.
They clung to each other this way for a few more minutes, then he set her back on the floor, picked up her crutches and backed up from her a few inches.
Looking down at her cast and crutches, he stared for has long has he could. All that he lived for was in those blue eyes, he would never want her to be in any pain but after being gone for so long and looking so dam hot right now on her crutches... He had to admit that he loved to see her in that cast.
Putting a hand on each side of her face, he lowered his mouth to hers and gently caressed her lips with his own.
She moaned low in her throat and he pressed harder, suddenly grinding his mouth against hers. Her lips parted for his insistent tongue and she eagerly sucked it into her mouth, intertwining it with her own. Unconcerned about who might be watching, he devoured her mouth, her sweet taste flooding his mind with the most wonderful memories.
She started to rub his leg with her foot that was in the cast. He felt the stirring between his legs and knew he had to stop soon or he’d be arrested for performing indecent acts in public. He wanted
to spend this night in her bed with this poor injured woman looking so sexy right now, not in jail.
They walked towards baggage claim, she looked so smooth on her crutches and telling him how she broke her foot.
How long will you be in that cast? he inquired.
6 weeks. I hope you don’t mind dear.
Mind… no you look fantastic love
Thank you, she said shyly.
He got behind the wheel of her car out in the parking lot after helping her in with her broken foot. It was nice to feel this again; nice to be riding next to her, holding her small
hand across the console and knowing that for the next 6 weeks he would be helping her around.
Part 2 to come
She made a pretty picture standing there at the gate o her crutches, wearing a modest sundress with a summery pale yellow print and thin-strapped sandal on her right foot and a cast on her left.
She broke her foot 2 weeks ago and now she was in a nice purple cast from her toes to her knee. Nothing serious but she was to use her crutches for the next 6 weeks…no cheating
It was difficult to pinpoint her age, as small as she was. Five feet 5 inches tall, maybe 110 pounds. Her bare arms and legs were tanned and that looked so nice with her purple cast and she wore no makeup.
As she waited, she rested her cast on top of her good foot while balancing back and forth anxiously on her crutches.
On closer examination, one might catch sight of a few fine strands of silver in the honey gold hair that flowed loose down her back.
Her eyes held none of the uncertainty that younger women often have. She knew who she was and she was confident that he was going to love her new look. The gimp look, so sexy on crutches with the protecting cast.
She didn’t break her foot intentionally, it was an accident but while her husband was in Iraq the last 8 months she found on the computer pictures of models in leg cast. She is no model but eh…she`s a real sexy woman on crutches waiting for her man.
At her next turnaround, she saw the nose of the big jet easing around the corner, pulling slowly towards the walkway. A smile of pure delight made her glow has she bended her knee to keep her broken foot off the ground and moved forward on her crutches to stand directly in line with the door that would soon open and spill passengers out into the terminal.
When it did, he was the first to step through it, as he always tried to be. It didn’t seem possible but her smile broadened even further and her eyes glistened with tears of joy has she squeezed the handle of her crutches tighter.
It had been 7 months –23 days ! - since she’d seen him last. She was glad she hadn’t been closer to the door because this extra space gave him time to drink in the sight of her on crutches - refilling his memory.
He was six feet tall, 190 pounds, all very solid muscle and barrel chest that made his voice resonate when he spoke. She loved how it tapered down to the firm, rounded butt in back. She teased him about his butt sometimes - about just how gorgeous she thought it
was.
Nothing made her happier though than seeing his handsome face. His dark, deep-set eyes sparkled as he returned her gaze.
She couldn’t hold back another minute and she launched herself towards him on her crutches with her cast behind her. He
dropped his leather carry-on and held his arms out for her, snatching her up off her feet and holding her so tightly that she could barely breathe and dropped her crutches.
Her arms went around his neck and she nuzzled her head beneath his chin, burying her face against his warm, soft skin while he hold her for support. That was her spot.
Oh, baby, I missed you so much, but what happened to your leg! he whispered, hugging her even tighter. She looked so fantastic on her crutches and sporting that purple cast.
They clung to each other this way for a few more minutes, then he set her back on the floor, picked up her crutches and backed up from her a few inches.
Looking down at her cast and crutches, he stared for has long has he could. All that he lived for was in those blue eyes, he would never want her to be in any pain but after being gone for so long and looking so dam hot right now on her crutches... He had to admit that he loved to see her in that cast.
Putting a hand on each side of her face, he lowered his mouth to hers and gently caressed her lips with his own.
She moaned low in her throat and he pressed harder, suddenly grinding his mouth against hers. Her lips parted for his insistent tongue and she eagerly sucked it into her mouth, intertwining it with her own. Unconcerned about who might be watching, he devoured her mouth, her sweet taste flooding his mind with the most wonderful memories.
She started to rub his leg with her foot that was in the cast. He felt the stirring between his legs and knew he had to stop soon or he’d be arrested for performing indecent acts in public. He wanted
to spend this night in her bed with this poor injured woman looking so sexy right now, not in jail.
They walked towards baggage claim, she looked so smooth on her crutches and telling him how she broke her foot.
How long will you be in that cast? he inquired.
6 weeks. I hope you don’t mind dear.
Mind… no you look fantastic love
Thank you, she said shyly.
He got behind the wheel of her car out in the parking lot after helping her in with her broken foot. It was nice to feel this again; nice to be riding next to her, holding her small
hand across the console and knowing that for the next 6 weeks he would be helping her around.
Part 2 to come
Sunday, September 2, 2007
Ankle Man con.
Conclusion
"Kiss your broken ankle sexy Sophie and tell me if you like it?" he asked.
Her eyes closed again and she grabbed her injured ankle in her hands and pulled it towards her face and sucked her toes at first into her mouth, a murmur pain escaping her lips.
He typed
"Imagine it is me, licking your broken ankle and the toes at the end of your inured foot. Your toes are in my mouth, I am sucking them, slowly bending your ankle sending waves of pleasure and pain."
Sophie began to feel weak. The throbbing in her ankle was stronger now, she felt a need for fulfillment, for completion. She was going to be on crutches for a long time, air cast at the minimum, eve maybe a cast.
The Ankle Man telling her to crawl before the mirror, nearly naked, her eyes drooping with desire and longing. Her breasts felt heavy with lust, her nipples nearly bursting.
Her fingers traced the outline of her crippled ankle, touching and pinching, doing whatever he instructed her to do, just to find the release she sought.
"Now dear we need to make sure. Get up and stand on your ankle for just a few steps". He asked her
When he told her to stand, she happily complied. Her fingers grabbed the side of the bed and she manage to get up.
She found herself and her ankle so swollen, so ready. Her fingers
slid inside easily while she kept her ankle off the floor, slipping in the lubricated darkness, up and down, finding her pussy and probing inside, her hips dancing against her wet hand.
He continued to write to her. "It is your ankle that is injured my fingers thrusting into you, my fingers fucking your cunt. I want you. I want to feel you cum against me, cover my hand with your juices, scream your need to me when you fall on the floor in pain holding tight to your ankle!"
Sophie moan at first, then she typed
"I am an injured lover that will be yours I am yours. I wont be walking for weeks"
He wanted her to walk on her ankle.
"Get up now, and walk please" he typed.
She applied all her strength to rest her ankle on the floor, her entire body stiff with passion.
The spasms started in her ankle, moving with lightning speed up her leg, the heat racing up her injured limb and moving to her center. When the orgasm began, she cried out, a guttural cry that tore from her throat. She stiffened, rubbing her ankle on the side of the bed, giving her unbelievable pleasure.
Finally, she heard the ankle snap on all that pressure and she felt forward to the floor.
She could feel her ankle and leg, pulling it close to her she moan silently while holding on to her broken ankle. I had to be broken from all that pain.
Her eyes were closed and she continued to moan with the pleasure of her release.
As the orgasm subsided, she fell back onto the bed, her broken ankle on a pillow, legs still spread like the good girl she is.
THE END
"Kiss your broken ankle sexy Sophie and tell me if you like it?" he asked.
Her eyes closed again and she grabbed her injured ankle in her hands and pulled it towards her face and sucked her toes at first into her mouth, a murmur pain escaping her lips.
He typed
"Imagine it is me, licking your broken ankle and the toes at the end of your inured foot. Your toes are in my mouth, I am sucking them, slowly bending your ankle sending waves of pleasure and pain."
Sophie began to feel weak. The throbbing in her ankle was stronger now, she felt a need for fulfillment, for completion. She was going to be on crutches for a long time, air cast at the minimum, eve maybe a cast.
The Ankle Man telling her to crawl before the mirror, nearly naked, her eyes drooping with desire and longing. Her breasts felt heavy with lust, her nipples nearly bursting.
Her fingers traced the outline of her crippled ankle, touching and pinching, doing whatever he instructed her to do, just to find the release she sought.
"Now dear we need to make sure. Get up and stand on your ankle for just a few steps". He asked her
When he told her to stand, she happily complied. Her fingers grabbed the side of the bed and she manage to get up.
She found herself and her ankle so swollen, so ready. Her fingers
slid inside easily while she kept her ankle off the floor, slipping in the lubricated darkness, up and down, finding her pussy and probing inside, her hips dancing against her wet hand.
He continued to write to her. "It is your ankle that is injured my fingers thrusting into you, my fingers fucking your cunt. I want you. I want to feel you cum against me, cover my hand with your juices, scream your need to me when you fall on the floor in pain holding tight to your ankle!"
Sophie moan at first, then she typed
"I am an injured lover that will be yours I am yours. I wont be walking for weeks"
He wanted her to walk on her ankle.
"Get up now, and walk please" he typed.
She applied all her strength to rest her ankle on the floor, her entire body stiff with passion.
The spasms started in her ankle, moving with lightning speed up her leg, the heat racing up her injured limb and moving to her center. When the orgasm began, she cried out, a guttural cry that tore from her throat. She stiffened, rubbing her ankle on the side of the bed, giving her unbelievable pleasure.
Finally, she heard the ankle snap on all that pressure and she felt forward to the floor.
She could feel her ankle and leg, pulling it close to her she moan silently while holding on to her broken ankle. I had to be broken from all that pain.
Her eyes were closed and she continued to moan with the pleasure of her release.
As the orgasm subsided, she fell back onto the bed, her broken ankle on a pillow, legs still spread like the good girl she is.
THE END
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