The Dancer p3

He broke the kiss and knelt on the couch before her broken leg.

The same broken leg that got them together.

Once again he touched her casted foot and then the other foot slipping off the sneaker as well as her ankle sox.

He held her cast and tugged her toes one by one. She restrained the touchy tickle as he went to do the next. When he'd done with her feet, he pulled up his mesh shirt and revealed a golden tanned body with rippled abs. He wanted to impress her with his physique.

"Wow," she cooed.

He brought down one of his foot on the floor leaving the other cocked by the knee on the couch. Then he grasped her broken leg. lifted it up to the level of his chest and rubbed her cast with passion.

He loved the feel of the cast under his fingers but it was so much more

After that John let her cast slid to his hardness. Nancy took the opportunity to pause her foot over the bulge teasing him through the shorts. She saw the look of excitement in John's passion-dark
eyes and the hunger she saw there sped liquid fire through her loins.

Nancy wrapped her arms around him and raked her fingers through his hair from the nape up as he reclaimed her mouth with his. She felt his hardness grind on her pussy and a sweet sensation throbbed within her.

Though this is no longer a massage therapy, she's not one to refuse. A moan escaped her lips every time John pulled his lips away from her.

He felt her boobs again and after awhile pulled up her shirt. He peeled off her bra and fondled her breasts, pressed them together so he could wag his tongue at her nipples like all at once. She arched her chest as John enforced his mouth to suck her nipples like they would grow big like those of nursing mothers in his mouth.

Nancy restrained her screams as she found herself getting off from his attention. When he let go of the nipples they appeared
incredibly ripe and bigger and the circle around each was swollen. She felt her heart was beating at a mad pace.

At the throes of sensual passion, his cell phone chirped again. John slightly showed his being pissed off at the darn phone but answered the call just the same.

As he stood, Nancy got up on her good leg using him for support. After he sat back and she hop closer with her cast just below the legs of his shorts as he talked over the phone.

John showed a feeling of joy as her broken leg pushed on his shorts. When her broken leg was just short of his balls, his hand trembled at his mobile phone in anticipation to Nancy's teasing effort.

Damn client had to wait, nothing could be as precious as this moment. To ignore this moment was tantamount to being insane. He thought and ended the conversation.

John broke a mirthful grin in his face as he gazed at her lovely face. She lay on her back and his gaze swept from top to bottom of her 5' 10" frame. Studying her finely molded cast covering her leg, he ached to possess her.

Unable to hold back his aching desire, he tugged her Adidas shorts down with authority down her broken leg and she offered no resistance. Her white impeccable panties almost made him shoot his
wad.

But once John drew his lips down on her and started swirling through the smooth fabric of her nice panties, she sucked an awful
amount of air and any remnant of resistance was swept away, and she felt as if she were drowning in a great undertow of passion.

John glanced at her face. "Please rub your cast for me"

"Hah?" She was jolted but obliged. "Like this?" she said placing her hand over her casted leg, while timidly looking at John, almost child-like, as if seeking his approval.

"Higher, you know like you would play yourself after your accident love."

"Oh, John…."

"Just play, play it for me."

Immediately her finger started to rhythmically massage herself around the edge of her cast.

"Yes, that's lovely, absolutely lovely," John replied.

Getting up on her good leg using one crutch for support with her broken leg off the floor, she began quite slowly and gently and then eventually began to quicken her pace.

Rubbing much faster and harder now, concentrating more on around her clit than anywhere else, she started to writhe and moan. John drew his lips to her pussy, pushed away her finger and replaced it with his. With his forefinger and thumb he clamped one outer lip and pulled it up and threw feathered licks into her moist pink feminine folds.

"Hmmm, this is gourmet pussy," John said licking the oyster soft petal lips of her pussy. He ran his tongue from the lower to upper part of the lip, as though he was tracing one side of the parenthesis. Her breath caught in her throat, and she seemed to be floating away on waves of exquisite pleasure when she let go her crutch and she collapse on the floor.


Part 4 to come