"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
Sunday, August 26, 2007
Ankle Man p1
The Ankle Man
Sophie was nervous. She was looking at the chat room, and wondering if she was going to enter. It was Friday night and she was alone.
Sophie had never done what she was going to do. She had gone to the chat room and chat about cast and crutches, even wrote a few stories for her blog but this was difference.
She knew tonight would be different, and she was ready to do more than just chat. She wanted to feel it and experience again the real thing.
She wanted a little danger, a little pain and lots of pleasure. She wanted to be a very bad girl for once in her life. Scanning the list of member, she picked "The Ankle Man" and clicked.
As she signed on, she heard the familiar briiiiiing of an IM.
"Hello, Beautiful," she read. The IM was from The Ankle Man. She immediately knew that tonight she was going to take it all the way.
They began to chat, instantly falling into a flirtatious mode. He was clever, quick, and funny. She found her fingers flying over the keys as she responded to his questions and asked her own.
He lived across the country from her. He was married with kids, and the entire family was out of town for the weekend. His responses were charming, playful. They chatted for an hour about both their love of crutches, sprain, ankle and so much more.
He asked her again if she was ready. She hesitated. This was something he asked every time they chatted. But for some reason, she felt like telling him yes tonight. She would let him conduct the events that would lead her too much much more, and see what would happen.
She typed in Yes that her ankle was ready and hit send. He replied to wait a sec he had a call but would be right back. Then
he instructed her to go to her bedroom, use her portable and remove her clothes.
If she wasn't wearing pretty lingerie, he wanted her to dress in something sexy. He asked that she put on her highest heels for the experience. Then, he instructed her to lie on the bed with her laptop and wait for his command.
Sophie blushed and laughed, but moved to her bedroom. She looked into her fulllength mirror, positioned by the bed, and looked at the sight of herself dressed in her most comfortable saggy shorts and an old t-shirt keeping her left ankle off the ground.
Thinking of The Ankle Man instructions, she removed her outer
clothing and looked at herself again. Ah, a very sensible white bra, white cotton panties...nothing sexy here but still having her ankle off the floor was turning her on. She removed her underthings and opened her lingerie drawer.
Smiling, she removed her latest purchase and laid it on the
bed. As she slid the silky pale blue panties up her legs, she closed her eyes and appreciated the smooth coolness against her skin. The matching demi-bra was almost non-existent, with satin and lace caressing her breasts and exposing an immodest amount of firm flesh. Her pink nipples were hard and barely covered,
looking charmingly enticing.
She pretended to limp to her closet, switching on the light and checking her shoe rack. She had one pair, very dressy, very high stilettos heels, that she had bought for a special function.
Stepping into them, she felt extremely sexy. Now, she swayed
slightly as she approached the mirror. This was better. Her body was small, but shapely. The lingerie was shiny against her trim body, her legs looked long and elegant with the heels. Specially seeing her left knee bent with her left heel off the floor.
Maybe after tonight she would not be pretending.
She stepped to the vanity, combing her hair down around her face, applying a spray of Escape to her neck and breasts. She walked around the room, lighting candles and turning off the bright lights. Finally, she was ready. Reclining on the bed, she waited.
It seemed that he was back nearly immediately; as if he knew that she was now prepared for him.
"Give me a vision," he typed.
She described her clothing, her body, Her long legs with her sexy slender ankles and her position on the bed.
"Lovely. You sound so ready Sophie and horny. Let me tell you about me. I like kissing and touching the injured ankle, I hope that’s OK dear Sophie"
Oh Myyyyyyyyyyy
"Now, Lets start Sophie and stand up and hop on your left foot with the stiletto heel on. Keep your right foot off the floor, and tell me how you feel."
She got up and hopping on her left foot around her bedroom. Felt nice to feel pressure on her left foot and ankle but nothing rolled or break.
Back at her computer
"Ok I’m back, nothing special, a bit of pain in my foot but nothing serious yet"
"Ok, great start Sophie, now lets try again but step higher, just Imagine Sophie that you are falling forward in the stairs and all your weight fall on your left ankle." He said
After numerous trials what was to happen happened. Sophie left ankle was really tired from all the jumping that when walking back to her laptop she lost balance and her left ankle rolled and she felt down
"Oh god my ankle…" she moaned loudly holding on to her ankle and leg. I wonder if its broken or badly sprained.
Her ankle was killing her but she wanted to get back to her laptop. Sophie crawled with her hands forwards. Using her good leg to push. The swelling in her ankle was rubbing on the hard wood floor and driving her crazy from the pain.
"I need to do this" she said feeling pain through her leg.
She used her bed for support and manage to get up on her good leg. She then hop to her laptop.
"I’m back Ankle Man, My ankle gave and it’s so sore on the side. Not sure if its broken or sprain but its slightly bent and purple."
"Nicely done Sophie, now, stand up and walk on that bad ankle of yours to a mirror and tell me what you feel again."
Sophie laid her broken ankle on the floor ad tried to walk to the mirror, but she felt forward and again heard a snap from her ankle and foot. There was no way she could walk. Sliding the laptop off the bed.
She told him about her ankle, the pain, describing for him the
feelings that were stirring between her legs from all this.
"Ok, you are doing so good Sophie, I’m real proud of you. Now run your fingers on your ankle"
Her eyes closed as she did this, the surge of desire running from her broken ankle to her breasts directly into her pussy. She scratched her nails over the swelling of her broken ankle, making her entire body jump.
Sophie nearly passed out, her moans escaped her lips and she felt her panties dampen and her ankle shake.
He wanted her to tell him what she was doing, how she was touching her ankle. She described the ache she was feeling in her broken ankle, the way her panties were nearly saturated with her liquids.
"You have to trust me Sophie, what I’m about to ask is very different but it will make you cum on the spot. Ben you left leg and bring your injured foot up to your face". He asked her
She could feel the throbbing in her broken ankle on her lips that were inches from the ankle
"Kiss your broken ankle sexy Sophie and tell me if you like it?" he asked.
Her eyes closed again and she….
Part 2 to come
Sophie was nervous. She was looking at the chat room, and wondering if she was going to enter. It was Friday night and she was alone.
Sophie had never done what she was going to do. She had gone to the chat room and chat about cast and crutches, even wrote a few stories for her blog but this was difference.
She knew tonight would be different, and she was ready to do more than just chat. She wanted to feel it and experience again the real thing.
She wanted a little danger, a little pain and lots of pleasure. She wanted to be a very bad girl for once in her life. Scanning the list of member, she picked "The Ankle Man" and clicked.
As she signed on, she heard the familiar briiiiiing of an IM.
"Hello, Beautiful," she read. The IM was from The Ankle Man. She immediately knew that tonight she was going to take it all the way.
They began to chat, instantly falling into a flirtatious mode. He was clever, quick, and funny. She found her fingers flying over the keys as she responded to his questions and asked her own.
He lived across the country from her. He was married with kids, and the entire family was out of town for the weekend. His responses were charming, playful. They chatted for an hour about both their love of crutches, sprain, ankle and so much more.
He asked her again if she was ready. She hesitated. This was something he asked every time they chatted. But for some reason, she felt like telling him yes tonight. She would let him conduct the events that would lead her too much much more, and see what would happen.
She typed in Yes that her ankle was ready and hit send. He replied to wait a sec he had a call but would be right back. Then
he instructed her to go to her bedroom, use her portable and remove her clothes.
If she wasn't wearing pretty lingerie, he wanted her to dress in something sexy. He asked that she put on her highest heels for the experience. Then, he instructed her to lie on the bed with her laptop and wait for his command.
Sophie blushed and laughed, but moved to her bedroom. She looked into her fulllength mirror, positioned by the bed, and looked at the sight of herself dressed in her most comfortable saggy shorts and an old t-shirt keeping her left ankle off the ground.
Thinking of The Ankle Man instructions, she removed her outer
clothing and looked at herself again. Ah, a very sensible white bra, white cotton panties...nothing sexy here but still having her ankle off the floor was turning her on. She removed her underthings and opened her lingerie drawer.
Smiling, she removed her latest purchase and laid it on the
bed. As she slid the silky pale blue panties up her legs, she closed her eyes and appreciated the smooth coolness against her skin. The matching demi-bra was almost non-existent, with satin and lace caressing her breasts and exposing an immodest amount of firm flesh. Her pink nipples were hard and barely covered,
looking charmingly enticing.
She pretended to limp to her closet, switching on the light and checking her shoe rack. She had one pair, very dressy, very high stilettos heels, that she had bought for a special function.
Stepping into them, she felt extremely sexy. Now, she swayed
slightly as she approached the mirror. This was better. Her body was small, but shapely. The lingerie was shiny against her trim body, her legs looked long and elegant with the heels. Specially seeing her left knee bent with her left heel off the floor.
Maybe after tonight she would not be pretending.
She stepped to the vanity, combing her hair down around her face, applying a spray of Escape to her neck and breasts. She walked around the room, lighting candles and turning off the bright lights. Finally, she was ready. Reclining on the bed, she waited.
It seemed that he was back nearly immediately; as if he knew that she was now prepared for him.
"Give me a vision," he typed.
She described her clothing, her body, Her long legs with her sexy slender ankles and her position on the bed.
"Lovely. You sound so ready Sophie and horny. Let me tell you about me. I like kissing and touching the injured ankle, I hope that’s OK dear Sophie"
Oh Myyyyyyyyyyy
"Now, Lets start Sophie and stand up and hop on your left foot with the stiletto heel on. Keep your right foot off the floor, and tell me how you feel."
She got up and hopping on her left foot around her bedroom. Felt nice to feel pressure on her left foot and ankle but nothing rolled or break.
Back at her computer
"Ok I’m back, nothing special, a bit of pain in my foot but nothing serious yet"
"Ok, great start Sophie, now lets try again but step higher, just Imagine Sophie that you are falling forward in the stairs and all your weight fall on your left ankle." He said
After numerous trials what was to happen happened. Sophie left ankle was really tired from all the jumping that when walking back to her laptop she lost balance and her left ankle rolled and she felt down
"Oh god my ankle…" she moaned loudly holding on to her ankle and leg. I wonder if its broken or badly sprained.
Her ankle was killing her but she wanted to get back to her laptop. Sophie crawled with her hands forwards. Using her good leg to push. The swelling in her ankle was rubbing on the hard wood floor and driving her crazy from the pain.
"I need to do this" she said feeling pain through her leg.
She used her bed for support and manage to get up on her good leg. She then hop to her laptop.
"I’m back Ankle Man, My ankle gave and it’s so sore on the side. Not sure if its broken or sprain but its slightly bent and purple."
"Nicely done Sophie, now, stand up and walk on that bad ankle of yours to a mirror and tell me what you feel again."
Sophie laid her broken ankle on the floor ad tried to walk to the mirror, but she felt forward and again heard a snap from her ankle and foot. There was no way she could walk. Sliding the laptop off the bed.
She told him about her ankle, the pain, describing for him the
feelings that were stirring between her legs from all this.
"Ok, you are doing so good Sophie, I’m real proud of you. Now run your fingers on your ankle"
Her eyes closed as she did this, the surge of desire running from her broken ankle to her breasts directly into her pussy. She scratched her nails over the swelling of her broken ankle, making her entire body jump.
Sophie nearly passed out, her moans escaped her lips and she felt her panties dampen and her ankle shake.
He wanted her to tell him what she was doing, how she was touching her ankle. She described the ache she was feeling in her broken ankle, the way her panties were nearly saturated with her liquids.
"You have to trust me Sophie, what I’m about to ask is very different but it will make you cum on the spot. Ben you left leg and bring your injured foot up to your face". He asked her
She could feel the throbbing in her broken ankle on her lips that were inches from the ankle
"Kiss your broken ankle sexy Sophie and tell me if you like it?" he asked.
Her eyes closed again and she….
Part 2 to come
Saturday, August 25, 2007
Her Fantasy Wedding
Her fantasy Wedding
She looked into the mirror and smiled standing tall on her crutches. The mirror was tall as she was so that she could see herself fully in it, even the edge of her pink covering her left foot.
Her left leg was in a Fiberglas pink cast from the toes to the top her leg. Dislocated and broken ankle, broken fib and tib and femur will do it.
She looked beautiful that day. Why shouldn't she? She was going to live her deepest fantasy of getting married while using crutches for a full leg cast.
All brides look beautiful on their wedding day. Her dress was of the purest white with a bell hoop skirt that came out from her waist and slowly went down to the floor in a bell shape. The top slowly dipped down in a slight curve so that it slightly showed off her wonderful cleavage.
She looked stunning on her crutches. Having bee on them before she was a pro. Good thing, her cast was bent at 80 degree at the knee.
Her hair was up in a high ponytail with soft curls flowing down and around her face. Her headpiece was also adorned with roses and sat as a crown around her head. She had long flowing netted tulle serving to cover her face. She hadn't put the top layer over her
face yet.
She just stood there moving her cast and squeezing her crutches, smiling and staring. She could not believe how gorgeous she looked or that it was her wedding day.
"Sophie," said a man's voice trembling, "you look so beautiful, my baby."
Sophie turned around to see her dad.
"Daddy," softly whispered Sophie, as she crutched up to her dad,
"I'll always be your little girl. Marrying Danny will not change things. I will always be your little girl no matter what. Once a daddy's little girl, always a daddy's little girl."
Doug, Sophie's father, just smiled. She always knew what to say to him. She was his cheer me upper when he needed her to be, which wasn't a lot. He made sure of that.
"Dear" said her father, "I’m so sorry you had to break your leg. You look fantastic crutches or not but …you know"
"Oh dad, don’t worry some day we may be able to talk about this again but I really don’t mind" she said
"I want a picture of you two alone," said Sophie's mother, Allie, just then.
Sophie and Doug stood together, She dropped her crutches and used her father for support standing on her good leg. Sophie's arm was through her father's as if he was about to walk her down the aisle. Both stood smiling. Doug kept taking glances at her through the corner of his eye.
"I can't believe my baby is all grown up and I'm giving her away today," thought
Doug.
"Is everyone ready?" asked a tall blonde woman.
"Yes" everyone replied.
"Then its time for Doug to get the show on the road!" the woman excitedly said.
This woman was Maria, the woman Danny and Sophie had hired to help them put on
their wedding day. Their special day was in her hands, the wedding coordinators
hands. After her skydiving accident nearly 4 months ago, Sophie had been very busy with the rehabilitation of her shattered leg. Still many months to go but it was on the right track. All the new technology saved her leg.
Her ankle was twisted almost 90 degrees, totally dislocated. The leg was twisted like a pretzel. She was moaning something that only her could hear between the pain and shock and yes pleasure.
"Oh God I think I finally broke my leg again" She said laughing until she tried to move.
"Please help me….Anybody….my leg" She moan in agony
Sophie walked towards the door on her crutches that leads them to the door into the
hallway. They walked up the hallway to the door that would allow them to enter
into the church. Sophie glanced at her father.
"Ready gimps?" asked Jane, Sophie's maid of honor, also her little sister.
"Absolutely," replied Sophie with a wide smile on her beautiful painted face.
The music started and Sophie's four bridesmaids walked down the aisle accompanied
by their respected groomsmen. Then came the flower girl.
The music soon changed from a beautiful processional music to hear comes the
bride.
"It's time Daddy," Sophie whispered to her father while pushing forward her cast to see her toes one last time at the end of the pink cast before moving in .
With a smile and a look at each other, they began to walk in unison down the aisle. Sophie looked straight ahead not to slip on her crutches. She wanted to feel all the looks of her friends and family looking at her on crutches.
Her smile grew even bigger. Danny was gorgeous in his black tuxedo. He was tall and handsome.
Danny was as handsome as ever. His black tuxedo did him justice. His grey vest
that she had helped him pick out was straight underneath his jacket. He had a
grey handkerchief in his pocket. He stood tall and smiling. He looked back at
his best man.
"She's so beautiful," they whispered
Soon, Doug and Sophie had reached the end of the aisle. Sophie was very agile on her crutches
She was standing next to her fiancé, soon to be her husband. Her smile shone radiantly.
"Good evening everyone," started the pastor.
"Ladies and gentlemen, I welcome you to the wedding ceremony of Ms. Sophie to Mr. Daniel. I am about to start the process to join these two in holy matrimony. If anyone does not think these two should be married, speak now or forever hold their peace."
Sophie turned towards her audience on her crutches and her cast showed for all to see for just a few seconds. Her perfect long toes at the end of the cast.
"Alright," said the pastor, "let's get this show on the road so that this lovely woman can rest her broken leg!"
Everyone laughed at that.
"Who gives this woman away?" asked the pastor.
"Her mother and I do," replied Doug. Doug turned towards Sophie and kissed her. He
put her veil back over her face, just as she had asked him to. She wanted to stay veiled throughout the ceremony and have her husband lift her veil when he went to give her their first kiss as a married couple.
As the pastor spoke the words, Danny and Sophie looked deeply into each others
eyes. This was the day they had been waiting for. It felt like an eternity would
come before their day would come, but it had finally come. They would soon be
husband and wife. Nothing could ever be compared to this day. They smiled to
each other knowing that in just a few minutes, they will be husband and wife.
"I do," responded Sophie happily moving slightly on her crutches.
"I definitely do," responded Danny merrily.
The audience laughed at his response.
Sophie’s mother took her crutches and her father was used for support. Danny took the ring that was for Sophie off the bible. He took her left hand and slipped the ring onto the tip of Sophie's left ring finger. He then looked up at the pastor waiting for the words that he would repeat as he slipped the ring fully onto Sophie's finger.
"Now, with this done, It is now my pleasure, to pronounce you husband and wife. Danny, you may now kiss your bride!"
Danny waited with no further instructions. He lifted Sophie's veil and, with his arms around her waist, kissed her deeply, passionately, and lovingly. Sophie kissed just as deeply back, sending her love for him through her kiss. Their audience erupted in applause and whistles as the couple kissed.
When Sophie and Danny finished their first kiss, which did not last too long since
Her good leg was getting tired and she needed help from her crutches for support, they turned back towards the pastor and her mom gave her back the crutches.
"It is now my pleasure to present to you," sang the pastor out loud
The audience erupted in applause. Danny and Sophie walked down the aisle towards
the door that Sophie had just crutched through earlier as a bachlorette. When they
got through the doors, they stepped aside and smiled at each other. She was
finally married and done it on crutches. The day they had waited for had finally come. They can now begin their lives together as a married couple. Their new lives were just
beginning. Maybe one day she would open up o him but until them she had you to chat with on AIM about cast and crutches.
The end
She looked into the mirror and smiled standing tall on her crutches. The mirror was tall as she was so that she could see herself fully in it, even the edge of her pink covering her left foot.
Her left leg was in a Fiberglas pink cast from the toes to the top her leg. Dislocated and broken ankle, broken fib and tib and femur will do it.
She looked beautiful that day. Why shouldn't she? She was going to live her deepest fantasy of getting married while using crutches for a full leg cast.
All brides look beautiful on their wedding day. Her dress was of the purest white with a bell hoop skirt that came out from her waist and slowly went down to the floor in a bell shape. The top slowly dipped down in a slight curve so that it slightly showed off her wonderful cleavage.
She looked stunning on her crutches. Having bee on them before she was a pro. Good thing, her cast was bent at 80 degree at the knee.
Her hair was up in a high ponytail with soft curls flowing down and around her face. Her headpiece was also adorned with roses and sat as a crown around her head. She had long flowing netted tulle serving to cover her face. She hadn't put the top layer over her
face yet.
She just stood there moving her cast and squeezing her crutches, smiling and staring. She could not believe how gorgeous she looked or that it was her wedding day.
"Sophie," said a man's voice trembling, "you look so beautiful, my baby."
Sophie turned around to see her dad.
"Daddy," softly whispered Sophie, as she crutched up to her dad,
"I'll always be your little girl. Marrying Danny will not change things. I will always be your little girl no matter what. Once a daddy's little girl, always a daddy's little girl."
Doug, Sophie's father, just smiled. She always knew what to say to him. She was his cheer me upper when he needed her to be, which wasn't a lot. He made sure of that.
"Dear" said her father, "I’m so sorry you had to break your leg. You look fantastic crutches or not but …you know"
"Oh dad, don’t worry some day we may be able to talk about this again but I really don’t mind" she said
"I want a picture of you two alone," said Sophie's mother, Allie, just then.
Sophie and Doug stood together, She dropped her crutches and used her father for support standing on her good leg. Sophie's arm was through her father's as if he was about to walk her down the aisle. Both stood smiling. Doug kept taking glances at her through the corner of his eye.
"I can't believe my baby is all grown up and I'm giving her away today," thought
Doug.
"Is everyone ready?" asked a tall blonde woman.
"Yes" everyone replied.
"Then its time for Doug to get the show on the road!" the woman excitedly said.
This woman was Maria, the woman Danny and Sophie had hired to help them put on
their wedding day. Their special day was in her hands, the wedding coordinators
hands. After her skydiving accident nearly 4 months ago, Sophie had been very busy with the rehabilitation of her shattered leg. Still many months to go but it was on the right track. All the new technology saved her leg.
Her ankle was twisted almost 90 degrees, totally dislocated. The leg was twisted like a pretzel. She was moaning something that only her could hear between the pain and shock and yes pleasure.
"Oh God I think I finally broke my leg again" She said laughing until she tried to move.
"Please help me….Anybody….my leg" She moan in agony
Sophie walked towards the door on her crutches that leads them to the door into the
hallway. They walked up the hallway to the door that would allow them to enter
into the church. Sophie glanced at her father.
"Ready gimps?" asked Jane, Sophie's maid of honor, also her little sister.
"Absolutely," replied Sophie with a wide smile on her beautiful painted face.
The music started and Sophie's four bridesmaids walked down the aisle accompanied
by their respected groomsmen. Then came the flower girl.
The music soon changed from a beautiful processional music to hear comes the
bride.
"It's time Daddy," Sophie whispered to her father while pushing forward her cast to see her toes one last time at the end of the pink cast before moving in .
With a smile and a look at each other, they began to walk in unison down the aisle. Sophie looked straight ahead not to slip on her crutches. She wanted to feel all the looks of her friends and family looking at her on crutches.
Her smile grew even bigger. Danny was gorgeous in his black tuxedo. He was tall and handsome.
Danny was as handsome as ever. His black tuxedo did him justice. His grey vest
that she had helped him pick out was straight underneath his jacket. He had a
grey handkerchief in his pocket. He stood tall and smiling. He looked back at
his best man.
"She's so beautiful," they whispered
Soon, Doug and Sophie had reached the end of the aisle. Sophie was very agile on her crutches
She was standing next to her fiancé, soon to be her husband. Her smile shone radiantly.
"Good evening everyone," started the pastor.
"Ladies and gentlemen, I welcome you to the wedding ceremony of Ms. Sophie to Mr. Daniel. I am about to start the process to join these two in holy matrimony. If anyone does not think these two should be married, speak now or forever hold their peace."
Sophie turned towards her audience on her crutches and her cast showed for all to see for just a few seconds. Her perfect long toes at the end of the cast.
"Alright," said the pastor, "let's get this show on the road so that this lovely woman can rest her broken leg!"
Everyone laughed at that.
"Who gives this woman away?" asked the pastor.
"Her mother and I do," replied Doug. Doug turned towards Sophie and kissed her. He
put her veil back over her face, just as she had asked him to. She wanted to stay veiled throughout the ceremony and have her husband lift her veil when he went to give her their first kiss as a married couple.
As the pastor spoke the words, Danny and Sophie looked deeply into each others
eyes. This was the day they had been waiting for. It felt like an eternity would
come before their day would come, but it had finally come. They would soon be
husband and wife. Nothing could ever be compared to this day. They smiled to
each other knowing that in just a few minutes, they will be husband and wife.
"I do," responded Sophie happily moving slightly on her crutches.
"I definitely do," responded Danny merrily.
The audience laughed at his response.
Sophie’s mother took her crutches and her father was used for support. Danny took the ring that was for Sophie off the bible. He took her left hand and slipped the ring onto the tip of Sophie's left ring finger. He then looked up at the pastor waiting for the words that he would repeat as he slipped the ring fully onto Sophie's finger.
"Now, with this done, It is now my pleasure, to pronounce you husband and wife. Danny, you may now kiss your bride!"
Danny waited with no further instructions. He lifted Sophie's veil and, with his arms around her waist, kissed her deeply, passionately, and lovingly. Sophie kissed just as deeply back, sending her love for him through her kiss. Their audience erupted in applause and whistles as the couple kissed.
When Sophie and Danny finished their first kiss, which did not last too long since
Her good leg was getting tired and she needed help from her crutches for support, they turned back towards the pastor and her mom gave her back the crutches.
"It is now my pleasure to present to you," sang the pastor out loud
The audience erupted in applause. Danny and Sophie walked down the aisle towards
the door that Sophie had just crutched through earlier as a bachlorette. When they
got through the doors, they stepped aside and smiled at each other. She was
finally married and done it on crutches. The day they had waited for had finally come. They can now begin their lives together as a married couple. Their new lives were just
beginning. Maybe one day she would open up o him but until them she had you to chat with on AIM about cast and crutches.
The end
Friday, August 24, 2007
Garry Con
conclusion
"Garry, are you sure you want to do this? I, uh, well, uh, well Garry it's been so long for me, and never since my broken leg. I just don't want you to be disappointed with me."
"I'm no lover boy, so lets just see where we end up and we can hope for the best if you want."
With that being said, she moved her body down my chest, kissing everywhere her mouth could reach. Her hot tongue licking my nipples then she sucked one in her wet mouth. I pushed her face
down on it, I felt her hand reach down and touch my hard cock, giving it a squeeze she moved her head lower while undoing my pants.
I raised my hips up to help her take my pants off, my cock springing free she looked at it and smiled.
She lowered her hot wet mouth on my throbbing cock. I closed my eyes when I felt the heat coming from her mouth when she sucked it deep down and the hard cast rubbing the inside of my leg.
Her tongue swirled around the head and her lips pursed around it tightly when her head came up. I held her short hair in my hands and pushed her face to me, I felt her throat open and my cock slid past her tonsils.
"Kilah, I'm going to cum baby."
She held her face closer to my crotch until my orgasm had subsided to a light sensation.
She lay her head on my cock as it pulsed with my heart beat and I held her soft short hair in my hand. Giving my cock a kiss and a light squeeze before she moved up and lay on top of me sruggling with her long cast to get on.
I kissed her lips and her tongue attacked my mouth, her dress still on but half off now. Kilah sat up and I sat up beside her
with my arm around her, my dick still hanging outside my pants.
We finished our drinks and she had me follow her to her bedroom, I watched as her ass swung wildly while she was on her crutches and I stumbled along behind her on mine.
She was so much better and sexier. A real pro and that cast so special.
Reaching her bed I undressed the rest of the way, and watched as
she took off her dress. A cute belly and firm tits hung down, with a cast covered leg.
She dropped her dress to the floor and the slip followed, she was now standing on her one good leg and I saw her full cast from the foot to her tight for the first time.
I wanted to this woman, I watched as she took her panties off and they hit the floor. She hopped out of them on her good leg careful not to band her broken leg. Her breasts bounced on her chest and then again when she landed.
Kilah looked at me,
"Do you still want this?"
I grinned and said, "More than ever, come here!" and patted my dick.
She got in bed and crawled up beside me, Her hips opened and she had one leg on one side of my hips and broken leg in between my legs.
I felt her start to hump my broken leg with her pussy, and her slick pussy left trails of her juice on my cast when she moved her pussy.
It didn't take long for my cock to get hard again, I had one of her hard nipples in my mouth sucking it deep and a hand on her cast.
She wanted me inside her and she sat up on her one knee and worked my hard cock to her wet slit, moving it around until I felt her tight pussy open and take the head in.
I reached down and touched her slick clit, she jumped at the unexpected pleasure it gave her. I rubbed it with my thumb and watched as her tits bounced in time
with her movements.
I unconsciously put my hand on her leg, or the broken leg I
should say.
"Hell Kilah, this thing is harder than you made my dick!" and grinned at her.
She smiled and started fucking me in earnest then, her pussy was so slick as it slid up on me and the hair of her pussy tickling my leg when she sat back down.
"Oh My God, I'm cumming now Garry, Oh yes, now Garry, I'm cumming now. Fuck Me! Fuck me hard Garry!"
Her pussy gripped my cock when she came and her head fell back, a loud groan coming from her.
I rolled her over as easy as I could, not wanting my cast to hit her or hurt her broken leg.
Kilah grabbed my face kissing it all over. I kissed her wet mouth back, out tongues entwined with the others letting our hot bodies melt against the other, our sweat mixing like our saliva and cum.
I lay few minutes just looking at her. As complete a woman as one with both legs in working condition as far as I was concerned, even more so than with those I had fucked in my dreams and fantasies.
I snuggled up to me, holding me tight, catching her breath also.
"Thank you Garry. Thank you so much!"
"Thank Me? No Kilah thank you, that was without a doubt the most marvelous sex I have ever had. My God woman, you would be a dream woman to a lot of fetish lovers!" I grinned at her.
"Oh and your not? But honestly, thank you Garry. I never thought that a man would want a woman with a broken leg. You showed me that I was wrong."
We both smiled and I put my arm around her warm soft shoulder, her head on my chest. I pulled her face to me and kissed her goodnight!
"Garry, are you sure you want to do this? I, uh, well, uh, well Garry it's been so long for me, and never since my broken leg. I just don't want you to be disappointed with me."
"I'm no lover boy, so lets just see where we end up and we can hope for the best if you want."
With that being said, she moved her body down my chest, kissing everywhere her mouth could reach. Her hot tongue licking my nipples then she sucked one in her wet mouth. I pushed her face
down on it, I felt her hand reach down and touch my hard cock, giving it a squeeze she moved her head lower while undoing my pants.
I raised my hips up to help her take my pants off, my cock springing free she looked at it and smiled.
She lowered her hot wet mouth on my throbbing cock. I closed my eyes when I felt the heat coming from her mouth when she sucked it deep down and the hard cast rubbing the inside of my leg.
Her tongue swirled around the head and her lips pursed around it tightly when her head came up. I held her short hair in my hands and pushed her face to me, I felt her throat open and my cock slid past her tonsils.
"Kilah, I'm going to cum baby."
She held her face closer to my crotch until my orgasm had subsided to a light sensation.
She lay her head on my cock as it pulsed with my heart beat and I held her soft short hair in my hand. Giving my cock a kiss and a light squeeze before she moved up and lay on top of me sruggling with her long cast to get on.
I kissed her lips and her tongue attacked my mouth, her dress still on but half off now. Kilah sat up and I sat up beside her
with my arm around her, my dick still hanging outside my pants.
We finished our drinks and she had me follow her to her bedroom, I watched as her ass swung wildly while she was on her crutches and I stumbled along behind her on mine.
She was so much better and sexier. A real pro and that cast so special.
Reaching her bed I undressed the rest of the way, and watched as
she took off her dress. A cute belly and firm tits hung down, with a cast covered leg.
She dropped her dress to the floor and the slip followed, she was now standing on her one good leg and I saw her full cast from the foot to her tight for the first time.
I wanted to this woman, I watched as she took her panties off and they hit the floor. She hopped out of them on her good leg careful not to band her broken leg. Her breasts bounced on her chest and then again when she landed.
Kilah looked at me,
"Do you still want this?"
I grinned and said, "More than ever, come here!" and patted my dick.
She got in bed and crawled up beside me, Her hips opened and she had one leg on one side of my hips and broken leg in between my legs.
I felt her start to hump my broken leg with her pussy, and her slick pussy left trails of her juice on my cast when she moved her pussy.
It didn't take long for my cock to get hard again, I had one of her hard nipples in my mouth sucking it deep and a hand on her cast.
She wanted me inside her and she sat up on her one knee and worked my hard cock to her wet slit, moving it around until I felt her tight pussy open and take the head in.
I reached down and touched her slick clit, she jumped at the unexpected pleasure it gave her. I rubbed it with my thumb and watched as her tits bounced in time
with her movements.
I unconsciously put my hand on her leg, or the broken leg I
should say.
"Hell Kilah, this thing is harder than you made my dick!" and grinned at her.
She smiled and started fucking me in earnest then, her pussy was so slick as it slid up on me and the hair of her pussy tickling my leg when she sat back down.
"Oh My God, I'm cumming now Garry, Oh yes, now Garry, I'm cumming now. Fuck Me! Fuck me hard Garry!"
Her pussy gripped my cock when she came and her head fell back, a loud groan coming from her.
I rolled her over as easy as I could, not wanting my cast to hit her or hurt her broken leg.
Kilah grabbed my face kissing it all over. I kissed her wet mouth back, out tongues entwined with the others letting our hot bodies melt against the other, our sweat mixing like our saliva and cum.
I lay few minutes just looking at her. As complete a woman as one with both legs in working condition as far as I was concerned, even more so than with those I had fucked in my dreams and fantasies.
I snuggled up to me, holding me tight, catching her breath also.
"Thank you Garry. Thank you so much!"
"Thank Me? No Kilah thank you, that was without a doubt the most marvelous sex I have ever had. My God woman, you would be a dream woman to a lot of fetish lovers!" I grinned at her.
"Oh and your not? But honestly, thank you Garry. I never thought that a man would want a woman with a broken leg. You showed me that I was wrong."
We both smiled and I put my arm around her warm soft shoulder, her head on my chest. I pulled her face to me and kissed her goodnight!
Saturday, August 18, 2007
Garry p1
Gary's story part 1
Hello, my name is Gary and I was driving home from work a couple of weeks ago, lost control and, totaled my car and put me in the Hospital. I was in sad shape but glad to be alive. One afternoon a one of the male nurse wheeled me to the Physical Therapy room, I looked around not understanding why he brought me here.
"What did you want me to see?"
He pointed at the woman with the therapist, a cute blonde girl, nicely built, struggling on a full leg walking cast between parallel bars.
"OK, she's cute" I said.
In the process she was close and I could tell that she could barely rest her cast on the floor, relying mostly on her crutches. She was protected by long plaster cast with a walking heel. Very rare these days but so so nice.
She noticed me staring and smilled
"Oh excuse me, I'm sorry ma'am!"
I wheeled up to her and introduced myself to her.
"Hi, I'm Garry, sorry for staring" I told her with a smile.
"Oh yes, don't worry I've been in a leg cast for close to 6 months now so I'm used to people staring. I'm Kilah, it's nice to meet you."
I asked her if she wanted to go to the cafeteria when she's done her training and get some coffee, she said yes and that she was done and I wheeled and she lead the way on her crutches. What a view, sexy woman in a full leg plaster cast.
We got along fine and had some laughs and a couple of cups of nasty hospital coffee.
"So Garry what happened to you?"
"Oh a car accident. Thankfully I came out better than the car." I smiled.
"And you? If you don' mind me asking."
Her eyes lowered to my long cast, and she softly told me, "I was climbing a ladder and lost my balance. Falling my right leg got stuck and broke almost every bone in my lower and upper leg plus torned ligaments in my ankle. After months and multiple cast I'm finally starting to see some progress"
"Hell Kilah, we make a cute couple, your right leg and my left" I said.
She broke out laughing, a nice hearty laugh. It made me feel good to hear her. Her gray eyes sparkling while she played nervously with her crutches.
We finished our coffee and I rolled along beside her as she went to her room on her crutches with the heavy cast leading the way.
"It was nice to meet you Kilah, I'll see you later on hopefully!"
"It's a date Garry!"
And I went back to my room thinking about her. Kilah was pretty woman. I'm no babe magnet myself. Fairly handsome, but not anything to brag about, and at 48, I was in decent shape other than the bruises and broke leg.
Kilah and I started getting coffee together and I would go to her Therapy with her to kill some time. I think she did extremely well with it.
I enjoyed watching her as she learned to walk on her waking cast. She was going to be in this walking cast for another 5 weeks. we always had coffee after she was done, and I found myself watching her when she used her crutches, the way her tight ass would swing when she took the step that kept her heavy cast off the floor.
Her badly broken leg was still too sore to walk on it all the time. Plus she was a pro on crutches. Very smooth and sexy.
About a week after we had met I asked her on a date for when we got released from here. She accepted and passed me all the pertinent information, her address and phone number. I gave her mine so she would know I wasn't just feeding her a line.
Kilah was released a few days before me still using her crutches, and I got out on crutches also. What a pair we made when we went out to Dinner, Me still trying to master the crutch's and her laughing at me at my ineptness. We ate a fine meal of Steak and all the trimmings a really nice evening all in all.
I took her home, Kilah had a beautiful condo, tastefully decorated. She offered me a drink and I accepted, she makes them strong I found out.
"Woo, Kilah if I didn't know better I would think that you spent your life on crutches, you are so much better and please don't be mad, you look so good on them. I've always been attracted to women in leg cast using crutches. I can't be held responsible for my actions!" I winked at her.
Kilah had a pretty smile, and her face glowed when I said that.
Then she seemed sad for a minute.
"What's wrong Kilah? Did I say the wrong thing? I'm sorry if I did and I hope it's not about the cast and crutches!"
"No Garry, I just can't believe a man would be attracted to me because of the cast and crutches. I've felt the same about them since I was a very young girl. From sprain to sprain and finally a broken leg. I was so happy to be casted Garry. When I wake up in the morning and see my crutches..."
"Oh Kilah, I can't believe that you feel the same, wow"
She smiled and agreed with what I said.
"And another thing Kilah, I wasn't staring at your sexy broken leg in that incredible plaster cast, no way..not in that dress your in. You look so sexy, You really look great tonight, honestly!" I said smilling
She blushed and looked like a teenager when her head lowered in her embarrassment. I leaned over and gave her a kiss on her cheek, her eyes looked up at me and she said.
I kissed her on her red lips this time, her mouth opened and I felt her hot tongue as it crept into my mouth. I put my arm around her and she put her hands behind my head pulling each other to the other, our mouths were on fire. I had not been with a woman in a leg cast ever and it was driving me crazy to see her so close to me.
I had to be careful, my leg in a cast I was not as agile as I could be. I'm a clutz anyway, I felt her hand run down my chest and unbuttoning it her hand went inside my shirt. It was warm and soft as she played with my nipples, we never broke our kiss as I reached to her breast. I felt the hard nub of her nipple poking in her bra and squeezed it lightly, she gasped at the feeling from
another persons touch.
I lay back on her couch pulling her down on top of me when I did her hard cast rubbed my hard cock. I unzipped her dress and stuck my hand inside on her back, then unsnapped her bra. I ran my
fingers on the marks left from her bra, rubbing them to soothe her. Kilah was hot, she was ready I felt her hips grinding on mine as she grew hotter. Her good leg on the side of the couch her cast between my legs.
I put my hands on her ass, a nice soft ass. Kilah held my face in her soft hands and she looked into my eyes.
She said
Part 2 to come
Hello, my name is Gary and I was driving home from work a couple of weeks ago, lost control and, totaled my car and put me in the Hospital. I was in sad shape but glad to be alive. One afternoon a one of the male nurse wheeled me to the Physical Therapy room, I looked around not understanding why he brought me here.
"What did you want me to see?"
He pointed at the woman with the therapist, a cute blonde girl, nicely built, struggling on a full leg walking cast between parallel bars.
"OK, she's cute" I said.
In the process she was close and I could tell that she could barely rest her cast on the floor, relying mostly on her crutches. She was protected by long plaster cast with a walking heel. Very rare these days but so so nice.
She noticed me staring and smilled
"Oh excuse me, I'm sorry ma'am!"
I wheeled up to her and introduced myself to her.
"Hi, I'm Garry, sorry for staring" I told her with a smile.
"Oh yes, don't worry I've been in a leg cast for close to 6 months now so I'm used to people staring. I'm Kilah, it's nice to meet you."
I asked her if she wanted to go to the cafeteria when she's done her training and get some coffee, she said yes and that she was done and I wheeled and she lead the way on her crutches. What a view, sexy woman in a full leg plaster cast.
We got along fine and had some laughs and a couple of cups of nasty hospital coffee.
"So Garry what happened to you?"
"Oh a car accident. Thankfully I came out better than the car." I smiled.
"And you? If you don' mind me asking."
Her eyes lowered to my long cast, and she softly told me, "I was climbing a ladder and lost my balance. Falling my right leg got stuck and broke almost every bone in my lower and upper leg plus torned ligaments in my ankle. After months and multiple cast I'm finally starting to see some progress"
"Hell Kilah, we make a cute couple, your right leg and my left" I said.
She broke out laughing, a nice hearty laugh. It made me feel good to hear her. Her gray eyes sparkling while she played nervously with her crutches.
We finished our coffee and I rolled along beside her as she went to her room on her crutches with the heavy cast leading the way.
"It was nice to meet you Kilah, I'll see you later on hopefully!"
"It's a date Garry!"
And I went back to my room thinking about her. Kilah was pretty woman. I'm no babe magnet myself. Fairly handsome, but not anything to brag about, and at 48, I was in decent shape other than the bruises and broke leg.
Kilah and I started getting coffee together and I would go to her Therapy with her to kill some time. I think she did extremely well with it.
I enjoyed watching her as she learned to walk on her waking cast. She was going to be in this walking cast for another 5 weeks. we always had coffee after she was done, and I found myself watching her when she used her crutches, the way her tight ass would swing when she took the step that kept her heavy cast off the floor.
Her badly broken leg was still too sore to walk on it all the time. Plus she was a pro on crutches. Very smooth and sexy.
About a week after we had met I asked her on a date for when we got released from here. She accepted and passed me all the pertinent information, her address and phone number. I gave her mine so she would know I wasn't just feeding her a line.
Kilah was released a few days before me still using her crutches, and I got out on crutches also. What a pair we made when we went out to Dinner, Me still trying to master the crutch's and her laughing at me at my ineptness. We ate a fine meal of Steak and all the trimmings a really nice evening all in all.
I took her home, Kilah had a beautiful condo, tastefully decorated. She offered me a drink and I accepted, she makes them strong I found out.
"Woo, Kilah if I didn't know better I would think that you spent your life on crutches, you are so much better and please don't be mad, you look so good on them. I've always been attracted to women in leg cast using crutches. I can't be held responsible for my actions!" I winked at her.
Kilah had a pretty smile, and her face glowed when I said that.
Then she seemed sad for a minute.
"What's wrong Kilah? Did I say the wrong thing? I'm sorry if I did and I hope it's not about the cast and crutches!"
"No Garry, I just can't believe a man would be attracted to me because of the cast and crutches. I've felt the same about them since I was a very young girl. From sprain to sprain and finally a broken leg. I was so happy to be casted Garry. When I wake up in the morning and see my crutches..."
"Oh Kilah, I can't believe that you feel the same, wow"
She smiled and agreed with what I said.
"And another thing Kilah, I wasn't staring at your sexy broken leg in that incredible plaster cast, no way..not in that dress your in. You look so sexy, You really look great tonight, honestly!" I said smilling
She blushed and looked like a teenager when her head lowered in her embarrassment. I leaned over and gave her a kiss on her cheek, her eyes looked up at me and she said.
I kissed her on her red lips this time, her mouth opened and I felt her hot tongue as it crept into my mouth. I put my arm around her and she put her hands behind my head pulling each other to the other, our mouths were on fire. I had not been with a woman in a leg cast ever and it was driving me crazy to see her so close to me.
I had to be careful, my leg in a cast I was not as agile as I could be. I'm a clutz anyway, I felt her hand run down my chest and unbuttoning it her hand went inside my shirt. It was warm and soft as she played with my nipples, we never broke our kiss as I reached to her breast. I felt the hard nub of her nipple poking in her bra and squeezed it lightly, she gasped at the feeling from
another persons touch.
I lay back on her couch pulling her down on top of me when I did her hard cast rubbed my hard cock. I unzipped her dress and stuck my hand inside on her back, then unsnapped her bra. I ran my
fingers on the marks left from her bra, rubbing them to soothe her. Kilah was hot, she was ready I felt her hips grinding on mine as she grew hotter. Her good leg on the side of the couch her cast between my legs.
I put my hands on her ass, a nice soft ass. Kilah held my face in her soft hands and she looked into my eyes.
She said
Part 2 to come
Tuesday, August 14, 2007
The Shooter p2
Conclusion
It was several hours later when I heard a knock on the door. I quickly put my tools away, I had been cleaning and checking my equipment.
Expecting someone from staff, I opened the door.
It was her in all her beauty. Her cast was bent almost at 90 degrees so there was no way for her to rest her broken leg down and move around without the crutches.
I stood there for a second in shock, then realized there were two very large men with her, pointedly standing in the background.
Bodyguards, I knew.
"Well, are you going to ask me in?" That smile again.
Trapped, I stepped aside.
She flowed into the room on her crutches like an expert, I looked her up and down, from her toes at the end of the cast to her firm breast moving while she crutched past me.
"I know who you are." She turned to face squeezing her crutches.
"All right. Who am I?"
"You are the killer that the Russians have following me."
"Why would you think that, do I look like a killer miss?"
"I checked on you, you don't seem to be anybody and please please don’t underestimate me. I might be crippled for life with a bad limp after the cast is removed but I’m very bright, that’s how I survived so far in this crazy business"
"I'm not anybody." I said but not convincing anybody, she was leading the conversation physically and emotionally while moving on her crutches.
"Look, I will pay you more than they will."
I hesitated, confused. There was no way she really knew, she was just guessing?
I made a quick decision, trying to concentrate, man stop looking at her cast and crutches.
"How much?"
"How much do you want?"
"A half Mil." It was what the Russians were paying me.
"All right." She said moving again on crutches, I loved to see that cast floating around the room.
I blinked, I guess. She looked at me, like she knew or something.
"More, huh?"
"Like what?"
She dropped her crutches, standing on her good leg and just reached up and tugged a string, she was almost instantly naked.
"A half million, and ....this?"
I lost control at that point, her breasts were perfection, nipples upturned, the tips folded inwards. Her abdomen flowed down with a bulge over her channel, she was completely hairless, slick.
I just stared.
"Well?" She turned and walked hop on her good leg to the bed, sat on the edge.
There was no stopping myself, I was walking towards her and stripping at the same time.
It wasn't lovemaking, it was raw sex. I climbed between her good leg and cast and went for it, her body reacted and thrust right back at me.
Niceeeeeeee" she mumbled deep in her throat.
It was that quick, that easy. Over in just minutes, explosive. She thrust at me almost in anger, perhaps greed.
I lay there after, my mind in a whirl.
This was insane, I was suppose to kill this woman.
"So how do you want the money?" she smiled while rubbing her cast on the side of my leg.
I gave her a number.
"I thought so, I will handle that in the morning."
I just nodded.
I didn't get much sleep that night.
I knew she was scheduled to be at the fund raiser the next evening, out on the big upper deck at the hotel she stayed at.
For some reason I stopped on the way, used a kiosk to check my account.
The $500,000 was there. I just shook my head.
I climbed up on the roof of the building across from the rooftop, took my position.
I waited.
I was several hours before she arrived looking perfect in her black gown, leaving nothing to imagination.
Wow and her cast…so so perfect
I knew I still had no other choice or did I
I didn't want to.
I was ready to take the shot, trying to settle my heart rate. She moved, so I waited.
I had time.
She moved again, into view, I settled down, sighted on her throat. Just then she looked up.
She looked right at where I was lying.
"What the....?"
I heard a noise, looked over my shoulder. Two men stood there.
I saw one raise a pistol, tried to turn the rifle their way.
Too late. Way too late. Just the soft "phhht!" of a silencer. I felt the impact as the bullets struck me, knocking me back against the railing.
I could see her standing on her crutches looking better than ever, looking up at me.
Smiling.
The end
It was several hours later when I heard a knock on the door. I quickly put my tools away, I had been cleaning and checking my equipment.
Expecting someone from staff, I opened the door.
It was her in all her beauty. Her cast was bent almost at 90 degrees so there was no way for her to rest her broken leg down and move around without the crutches.
I stood there for a second in shock, then realized there were two very large men with her, pointedly standing in the background.
Bodyguards, I knew.
"Well, are you going to ask me in?" That smile again.
Trapped, I stepped aside.
She flowed into the room on her crutches like an expert, I looked her up and down, from her toes at the end of the cast to her firm breast moving while she crutched past me.
"I know who you are." She turned to face squeezing her crutches.
"All right. Who am I?"
"You are the killer that the Russians have following me."
"Why would you think that, do I look like a killer miss?"
"I checked on you, you don't seem to be anybody and please please don’t underestimate me. I might be crippled for life with a bad limp after the cast is removed but I’m very bright, that’s how I survived so far in this crazy business"
"I'm not anybody." I said but not convincing anybody, she was leading the conversation physically and emotionally while moving on her crutches.
"Look, I will pay you more than they will."
I hesitated, confused. There was no way she really knew, she was just guessing?
I made a quick decision, trying to concentrate, man stop looking at her cast and crutches.
"How much?"
"How much do you want?"
"A half Mil." It was what the Russians were paying me.
"All right." She said moving again on crutches, I loved to see that cast floating around the room.
I blinked, I guess. She looked at me, like she knew or something.
"More, huh?"
"Like what?"
She dropped her crutches, standing on her good leg and just reached up and tugged a string, she was almost instantly naked.
"A half million, and ....this?"
I lost control at that point, her breasts were perfection, nipples upturned, the tips folded inwards. Her abdomen flowed down with a bulge over her channel, she was completely hairless, slick.
I just stared.
"Well?" She turned and walked hop on her good leg to the bed, sat on the edge.
There was no stopping myself, I was walking towards her and stripping at the same time.
It wasn't lovemaking, it was raw sex. I climbed between her good leg and cast and went for it, her body reacted and thrust right back at me.
Niceeeeeeee" she mumbled deep in her throat.
It was that quick, that easy. Over in just minutes, explosive. She thrust at me almost in anger, perhaps greed.
I lay there after, my mind in a whirl.
This was insane, I was suppose to kill this woman.
"So how do you want the money?" she smiled while rubbing her cast on the side of my leg.
I gave her a number.
"I thought so, I will handle that in the morning."
I just nodded.
I didn't get much sleep that night.
I knew she was scheduled to be at the fund raiser the next evening, out on the big upper deck at the hotel she stayed at.
For some reason I stopped on the way, used a kiosk to check my account.
The $500,000 was there. I just shook my head.
I climbed up on the roof of the building across from the rooftop, took my position.
I waited.
I was several hours before she arrived looking perfect in her black gown, leaving nothing to imagination.
Wow and her cast…so so perfect
I knew I still had no other choice or did I
I didn't want to.
I was ready to take the shot, trying to settle my heart rate. She moved, so I waited.
I had time.
She moved again, into view, I settled down, sighted on her throat. Just then she looked up.
She looked right at where I was lying.
"What the....?"
I heard a noise, looked over my shoulder. Two men stood there.
I saw one raise a pistol, tried to turn the rifle their way.
Too late. Way too late. Just the soft "phhht!" of a silencer. I felt the impact as the bullets struck me, knocking me back against the railing.
I could see her standing on her crutches looking better than ever, looking up at me.
Smiling.
The end
Monday, August 13, 2007
The Shooter p1
The Shooter
I was ready to take the shot. I knew I didn't want to.
I had to.
My heart rate was a little high, not normal. Not normal at all.
Normal is dead calm, that's part of why I get the big bucks.
I took a deep breath, trying to settle down, the shot was long even for me, a good 250 yards.
I sighted again, waiting for the instant between heartbeats to squeeze. Just then she got up with the help of her crutches and moved out of view behind the man she had been talking to.
I settled down, waited.
I had time.
Who am I, you might wonder?
I am a ghost, I don't exist. I am who I say I am, I am never the same person twice. You hear rumors of people like me, but you never know for sure. Even if you see me, speak to me, you will forget moments later, I am non-descript, part of the background.
I am just there and then I am gone.
Usually when a packet arrives, it is some jerk business type who has cheated my customer a bit too much, or an agent for some government that has created waves.
I do my job, there is a short blurb in the news and comments about investigations, then time hides my tracks.
I do not get to say no, either. If I did, then it would be me not knowing when or where it would come from.
I am a ghost.
The last packet was different, the price was very high. The photos showed a beautiful woman, I recognized her instantly from her long cast covering her right leg. Sexy pink leg bent at the knee. Rich, powerful, in the news from going to court against the Russian mafia.
They tried already but missed. Just making her more desirable by breaking her leg
That meant dangerous. I had heard of the marriages into the Russian mafia.
Messy stuff I knew why I had a job to do. I had no need to know. There was only the job. I just packed and went to work.
The first problem came when I walked into the restaurant at the hotel. I had no more than settled down, checking the menu when she crutched in, people in tow.
It was like the room lit up, there was a buzz as people noticed this tall sexy woman wearing a lovely skirt with a slit showing off her cast and blouse.
Too close, way too close. I could not just get up and walk out, that might mean attention. She took the table next to me, sat down facing me with her broken leg now inches from me. The people with her sat down.
I flustered, not good. Not good at all. She was not supposed to be here. But she was. Very nice woman with incredible legs. Yes legs. There is something about sexy tall woman on crutches sporting a cast that drives me crazy
I heard her voice, a nervous laugh. Glancing up, I saw she was looking right at me. I glanced away, avoiding eye contact but looking straight at the pink cast covering her right leg, what a mistake, a rookie mistake but how can I not stare.
I’ve looked at a lot of woman in websites wearing rec cast but she was so much better and real.
The waiter came and took my order, I sipped my coffee and tried to not see her. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw her keep looking my way.
It hit me that she was used to being stared at, not ignored, so I looked up at her. At 5 10 it’s hard not to notice her. Her breast was bursting through that tight fitting white blouse
She smiled, I smiled back, returned to my coffee.
The meal came, I ate in silence, trying not to hurry. I got up, walked to the cashier and paid the bill in cash. I was placing the change in my pocket, preparing my escape when I heard her voice.
"Hello."
I turned, looked at her.
"Hello." I said
"Are you staying here at the hotel?" She said while standing tall on her crutches looking so desirable
"Yes." I was curious now.
"I was wondering why you are alone?" She moved her broken leg and pain came across her lovely blue eyes.
"Business, I leave tomorrow." I shifted my body also, letting the language suggest I was ready to leave.
She was too close, dangerous. I always keep distance between myself and my work.
"OK." Then that smile I had seen a hundred times in newspapers, magazines. Her eyes looked at me, almost like she was looking right through me
I was sweating by the time I got back to my room. Her eyes, breast, nipples, legs, cast and crutches would not leave my mind.
Not normal, not normal at all. I was getting a bad feeling. She had noticed me, I am not supposed to be noticed.
I am supposed to be a ghost.
Eh a broken ghost that needs to kill this broken angel.
Conclusion to come
I was ready to take the shot. I knew I didn't want to.
I had to.
My heart rate was a little high, not normal. Not normal at all.
Normal is dead calm, that's part of why I get the big bucks.
I took a deep breath, trying to settle down, the shot was long even for me, a good 250 yards.
I sighted again, waiting for the instant between heartbeats to squeeze. Just then she got up with the help of her crutches and moved out of view behind the man she had been talking to.
I settled down, waited.
I had time.
Who am I, you might wonder?
I am a ghost, I don't exist. I am who I say I am, I am never the same person twice. You hear rumors of people like me, but you never know for sure. Even if you see me, speak to me, you will forget moments later, I am non-descript, part of the background.
I am just there and then I am gone.
Usually when a packet arrives, it is some jerk business type who has cheated my customer a bit too much, or an agent for some government that has created waves.
I do my job, there is a short blurb in the news and comments about investigations, then time hides my tracks.
I do not get to say no, either. If I did, then it would be me not knowing when or where it would come from.
I am a ghost.
The last packet was different, the price was very high. The photos showed a beautiful woman, I recognized her instantly from her long cast covering her right leg. Sexy pink leg bent at the knee. Rich, powerful, in the news from going to court against the Russian mafia.
They tried already but missed. Just making her more desirable by breaking her leg
That meant dangerous. I had heard of the marriages into the Russian mafia.
Messy stuff I knew why I had a job to do. I had no need to know. There was only the job. I just packed and went to work.
The first problem came when I walked into the restaurant at the hotel. I had no more than settled down, checking the menu when she crutched in, people in tow.
It was like the room lit up, there was a buzz as people noticed this tall sexy woman wearing a lovely skirt with a slit showing off her cast and blouse.
Too close, way too close. I could not just get up and walk out, that might mean attention. She took the table next to me, sat down facing me with her broken leg now inches from me. The people with her sat down.
I flustered, not good. Not good at all. She was not supposed to be here. But she was. Very nice woman with incredible legs. Yes legs. There is something about sexy tall woman on crutches sporting a cast that drives me crazy
I heard her voice, a nervous laugh. Glancing up, I saw she was looking right at me. I glanced away, avoiding eye contact but looking straight at the pink cast covering her right leg, what a mistake, a rookie mistake but how can I not stare.
I’ve looked at a lot of woman in websites wearing rec cast but she was so much better and real.
The waiter came and took my order, I sipped my coffee and tried to not see her. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw her keep looking my way.
It hit me that she was used to being stared at, not ignored, so I looked up at her. At 5 10 it’s hard not to notice her. Her breast was bursting through that tight fitting white blouse
She smiled, I smiled back, returned to my coffee.
The meal came, I ate in silence, trying not to hurry. I got up, walked to the cashier and paid the bill in cash. I was placing the change in my pocket, preparing my escape when I heard her voice.
"Hello."
I turned, looked at her.
"Hello." I said
"Are you staying here at the hotel?" She said while standing tall on her crutches looking so desirable
"Yes." I was curious now.
"I was wondering why you are alone?" She moved her broken leg and pain came across her lovely blue eyes.
"Business, I leave tomorrow." I shifted my body also, letting the language suggest I was ready to leave.
She was too close, dangerous. I always keep distance between myself and my work.
"OK." Then that smile I had seen a hundred times in newspapers, magazines. Her eyes looked at me, almost like she was looking right through me
I was sweating by the time I got back to my room. Her eyes, breast, nipples, legs, cast and crutches would not leave my mind.
Not normal, not normal at all. I was getting a bad feeling. She had noticed me, I am not supposed to be noticed.
I am supposed to be a ghost.
Eh a broken ghost that needs to kill this broken angel.
Conclusion to come
Sunday, August 12, 2007
The Offer conclusion
Conclusion
He smiled and said, "Not at all Holly. Holly, you are totally a beautiful woman, and yes your broken leg is making me so hard."
She smiled at him and said, "Remember earlier, I told you I like to have fun? Well one of my fantasy is to be make love in a limo wile in this long pink cast. Would you like to make it come true Roger?"
she said smiling knowing dam well she could have made him cum on the spot without touching him with her broken leg
"Oh yes Holly, I’d like that very much."
Holly surprised Roger and herself, by taking the dress and pulling it over her head, must have been the champagne. Without a bra or panties, she wore just one heel and her pink cast. Running her hands over her broken leg and her breast she said,
"Want to watch for a while?"
"Yes, yes I would."
Holly put her good foot on the side seats and she was spread for Roger to watch. Her fingers slowly made their way from her “hard cast” to her labia and she moved them up and down her slit and felt her juices.
"I’m broken and wet Roger, my pussy is all wet from all that crutching and you staring at my pink cast"
Holly then let her finger enter her and she pushed it in to her knuckles and slid it back out, then moved it over her clit.
Roger loved this; she was such a beautiful young woman. Her broken leg was amazing as he watched her hand move over her pussy and play with her tit and nipple, he could resist wonder how she felt right now.
She dipped her finger back inside and then put a second on inside too. Moving in and out, she was loving the feeling she was giving herself. She took her hand and brought it to her lips and licked the juices from her fingers from moving her long and heavy cast side ways on his leg now.
"Mmmmmmm, I taste good"
Roger threw off his suit coat, and his tie and couldn’t stop looking at her cast.
"Take your clothes off Roger, let me look at you."
He backed off as her hands moved and unbuttoned his shirt and threw it behind him. Kicking off his shoes, he then unbelted and unzipped his pants.
"Leave your briefs on," she said, as she lowered her
broken leg between his legs.
Holly saw how hard his "package" was, she could feel it on her toes at the end of the cast and from the looks, she was really going to enjoy him.
She then brushed over his hard cock with her hard casted foot, and then brought the cast down with her toes along the shaft. He leaned down and kissed her toes. Her other uninjured foot then went to the elastic band and lifted it and watched his cock head as it popped out while he licked her toes passionately while holding on to the broken leg.
He then lowered her cast between his legs again. briefs to the floor and he kicked them off. Rubbing his shaft forcefully now hearing her moan from the pleasure and probably some pain she was feeling.
He was working himself into a frenzy and soon she
wanted him inside of her. Backing off of his cock, she
said,
"Please make love to me, God I need you to fuck me now."
Roger came off the seat and he inserted his thick
cock head into her.
"More I want it all, don’t worry my leg is well protected."
Roger pushed all of him inside of her at the same putting weight on her broken leg accidentally.
"YESSSSSSSS, OH SHIT YES!"
Roger moved inside of her and she was tight on his shaft, as it slammed in and out of her, his balls slapping her ass with each thrust of his hard cock.
He sucked in her nipple and crushed her breasts in her hands as he pounded inside of her. Holly’s fingernails dug slightly into his back as she brought her hips up to meet each thrust.
The creamy warmth of her climax rushed over his cock and he too exploded inside of her. Both of them grunting and groaning as they slammed into one another in the throes of such a fantastic climax.
Roger kissed her. Their tongues still dancing together as they held one another. When she released him, he reached into a compartment and handed her a small towel saying,
"Don’t want to mess up that beautiful dress, do you?"
She wiped her pussy and she just looked into his eyes as she cleaned herself.
Lifting the phone, he said, "Time to take the lady
home," then hung it up.
Arriving at the house, he helped her out of the limo, gave her the crutches and walked her to the door, kissed her and said,
"May I can call on you again, sometime, I know I’m much older but you are simply fantastic Holly?"
"I would be saddened if you didn’t."
"Good, I would be saddened myself."
"Thank you for a lovely evening and for making a fantasy of mine come true."
"Well maybe we can work on your other fantasies," he said as he walked back to the limo he opened the trunk.
He looked at him while he took out a sporty looking wheelchair.
"Be careful what you wish for Holly, hate to see both of your sexy legs casted" He said looking at her healthy leg
"How, how did you now?" she said almost falling off her crutches while smiling like only a woman can
END
He smiled and said, "Not at all Holly. Holly, you are totally a beautiful woman, and yes your broken leg is making me so hard."
She smiled at him and said, "Remember earlier, I told you I like to have fun? Well one of my fantasy is to be make love in a limo wile in this long pink cast. Would you like to make it come true Roger?"
she said smiling knowing dam well she could have made him cum on the spot without touching him with her broken leg
"Oh yes Holly, I’d like that very much."
Holly surprised Roger and herself, by taking the dress and pulling it over her head, must have been the champagne. Without a bra or panties, she wore just one heel and her pink cast. Running her hands over her broken leg and her breast she said,
"Want to watch for a while?"
"Yes, yes I would."
Holly put her good foot on the side seats and she was spread for Roger to watch. Her fingers slowly made their way from her “hard cast” to her labia and she moved them up and down her slit and felt her juices.
"I’m broken and wet Roger, my pussy is all wet from all that crutching and you staring at my pink cast"
Holly then let her finger enter her and she pushed it in to her knuckles and slid it back out, then moved it over her clit.
Roger loved this; she was such a beautiful young woman. Her broken leg was amazing as he watched her hand move over her pussy and play with her tit and nipple, he could resist wonder how she felt right now.
She dipped her finger back inside and then put a second on inside too. Moving in and out, she was loving the feeling she was giving herself. She took her hand and brought it to her lips and licked the juices from her fingers from moving her long and heavy cast side ways on his leg now.
"Mmmmmmm, I taste good"
Roger threw off his suit coat, and his tie and couldn’t stop looking at her cast.
"Take your clothes off Roger, let me look at you."
He backed off as her hands moved and unbuttoned his shirt and threw it behind him. Kicking off his shoes, he then unbelted and unzipped his pants.
"Leave your briefs on," she said, as she lowered her
broken leg between his legs.
Holly saw how hard his "package" was, she could feel it on her toes at the end of the cast and from the looks, she was really going to enjoy him.
She then brushed over his hard cock with her hard casted foot, and then brought the cast down with her toes along the shaft. He leaned down and kissed her toes. Her other uninjured foot then went to the elastic band and lifted it and watched his cock head as it popped out while he licked her toes passionately while holding on to the broken leg.
He then lowered her cast between his legs again. briefs to the floor and he kicked them off. Rubbing his shaft forcefully now hearing her moan from the pleasure and probably some pain she was feeling.
He was working himself into a frenzy and soon she
wanted him inside of her. Backing off of his cock, she
said,
"Please make love to me, God I need you to fuck me now."
Roger came off the seat and he inserted his thick
cock head into her.
"More I want it all, don’t worry my leg is well protected."
Roger pushed all of him inside of her at the same putting weight on her broken leg accidentally.
"YESSSSSSSS, OH SHIT YES!"
Roger moved inside of her and she was tight on his shaft, as it slammed in and out of her, his balls slapping her ass with each thrust of his hard cock.
He sucked in her nipple and crushed her breasts in her hands as he pounded inside of her. Holly’s fingernails dug slightly into his back as she brought her hips up to meet each thrust.
The creamy warmth of her climax rushed over his cock and he too exploded inside of her. Both of them grunting and groaning as they slammed into one another in the throes of such a fantastic climax.
Roger kissed her. Their tongues still dancing together as they held one another. When she released him, he reached into a compartment and handed her a small towel saying,
"Don’t want to mess up that beautiful dress, do you?"
She wiped her pussy and she just looked into his eyes as she cleaned herself.
Lifting the phone, he said, "Time to take the lady
home," then hung it up.
Arriving at the house, he helped her out of the limo, gave her the crutches and walked her to the door, kissed her and said,
"May I can call on you again, sometime, I know I’m much older but you are simply fantastic Holly?"
"I would be saddened if you didn’t."
"Good, I would be saddened myself."
"Thank you for a lovely evening and for making a fantasy of mine come true."
"Well maybe we can work on your other fantasies," he said as he walked back to the limo he opened the trunk.
He looked at him while he took out a sporty looking wheelchair.
"Be careful what you wish for Holly, hate to see both of your sexy legs casted" He said looking at her healthy leg
"How, how did you now?" she said almost falling off her crutches while smiling like only a woman can
END
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