Alway's looking p1

“Always Looking”

Part 1

I had just left the checkout, and headed for the exit, which would take me past the office. Then I saw her. She was standing, using crutches for support along side a
desk outside the office. I immediately saw that her left leg inches from the floor protected by a purple cast.

I could tell at first glance that if she took a step, her recently casted leg could not take her weight and would be floating off the floor while she would swing her cast between her crutches.

Every time I go in public I hope for this type of sighing. A lovely woman in a leg cast of some type with crutches.

I don’t wish pain to anybody but the sight of a lovely lady in leg cast drives me crazy/

My heart raced. As I approached her I kept staring at her broke leg. I could plainly
see the arch of her foot in the well shape fiber cast.

Just behind her, next to the desk, was a rack of pamphlets; I stopped to get
another look, and picked up a pamphlet. I studied her cast from behind. The cast seem to cover her leg completely. From her foot to way up her leg.

For one second I thought of the broken bones in her long leg protected by the cast. More than protected, looking so dam sexy in that purple cast

She had a case with her. She must be some sort of a sales person, I thought,
waiting for a clerk to escort her to a particular department. I was determined
to wait until she started walking so I could glimpse at her using her crutches by necessity in her cast as she move around (my lifelong passion).

I must have read the pamphlet three or four times, and still no one came for
her. I was afraid someone would get suspicious about me standing there so long,
so I left the store with my purchase, took it to the car, tossed it into the
trunk, and went back into the store.

I meandered around the isles adjacent to the office where the young lady was
waiting. I inspected a number of items, all the time keeping an eye out, so I
wouldn't loose her.

Eventually, another young lady, wearing a store smock, approached her, and they
headed toward the exit together. Instead of exiting the store, they veered around toward the food court!

Just as I hoped, they sat at a table. I quickly went over and purchased
a cup of coffee. There was no one else in the food court, so I had my pick of
tables. I sat at a table to the side of my 'prey', and a little behind giving me
a clear unobstructed view her cast.

At first she just sat with her broken leg extended beside her talking to the store girl. Then she fixed herself more comfortably in the chair, moved her broken leg on the chair beside her, exposing the bottom of her cast and toes to me!

Oh, oh, oh, ...I was in heaven. My heart raced again. You must understand
this is what I live for! And these days it is so rare that I get such a treat. I
sat drinking my coffee, talking on my cell phone to "no one", going through a
note book that I carry, all the while devouring the eye candy before me.

This must have gone on for a half-hour, at least. She would change the position
of her cast on the chair, it was obvious by the look of the cast and the way her broken leg was so uncomfortable that the fracture was recent.

As I sat there observing, I conjectured that, being a sales person, she was
probably from out of town, and most likely staying at a local hotel. So I
started formulating my plan. I rehearsed my lines to myself over and over so as
not to come across as a bumbling idiot.

Finally the store girl got up and left. I mustered up all the courage I could
find, went over to her and said,

"Excuse me. I hope you won't be offended if I ask you want happened to your leg"

"My broken leg?" She asked.

"I apologize, I have sort of a fetish for woman’s leg in cast, and I was sitting over
there and couldn't help notice and admire yours, and it's so rare to see such for a beautiful lady wearing a full leg cast these days I just wanted to express my appreciation." I said.

"I don't know what to say." She said

"You don't have to say anything. I'm sorry if I embarrassed you. You must think
I'm some kind of weirdo or something, but I'm really not. I'm just a regular guy
who has this secret fetish, which absolutely no one knows about...again I'm
really sorry to have embarrassed you." I said.

I started to leave, and she said,

"Wait, would you like to sit down? I'm kind of intrigued by your story, and you don't look like a weirdo to me. I have a gut feeling that you're pretty safe, can you reassure me that you wont take advantage of a poor helpless woman on crutches?" she said smiling for the first time

"I can show you my drivers license." I pulled out my wallet and showed it to
her.

"That's me, Marco Ramiro." I said.

"I have several credit cards, My Elks membership card. I own my own home, am an upstanding member of the community, and I have a dog!"

She laughed. "That did it. Anyone who has a dog has got to be a good person. I
think we can be friends."

"Wonderful!" I said. "And thank you. I really feel honored."

"Honored?" She said. "Why should you feel honored, you don't even know me? The only think you know is that I’m a tall woman in a big, long and heavy leg cast having to use crutches for the next 8 weeks"

"I think anyone who accepts a well meaning stranger on good faith is honorable."
I said.

"Why thank you Marco. My name is Caroline Froman, now we aren't strangers
anymore." As she reached to shake my hand.

"My pleasure Caroline." I said.

"Would you like to see my ID?" she laughed.

"That was very sweet of you to reassure me like that Marco, and I really appreciate it." With that she pushed her chair back and grabbed her broken leg in her hands toward me.

"Is that what you like to see?"

"Oh, yes!" I said. "And I’m sorry that you broke your leg, must have been real painful but you have a very lovely cast that follows the contour of your sexy leg, I might add. I studied it from back there."

Part 2 to come