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….