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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