“A different type of cast lover”

Part 2

Years ago she would have died for that verdict but today. Yet her world was shattered anyway.

“You have a small stress fracture in your ankle”

“You have to be kidding doc. I’m blind; I can’t be on crutches or in a wheelchair”

“No I’m dead serious miss. Because of your situation and the non severity of the fracture I would suggest that we use plaster and give you a walking cast. The big and heavy plaster cast will protect your ankle and you will be able to walk on it with the help of a cane”

“Ok and how long in the cast?”

“Minimum of 5 weeks”

“Ok” She said dreaming already of being in a cast.

“Is it your first cast Melanie?”

“No …I mean yes…at least the first medical one” She said smiling

“I understand” said the doctor

“Let’s get that beautiful leg in a cast, shall we”

The doctor began wrapping the cast around her leg from her ankle up to below her knee. She could already tell this would be pleasant. She couldn’t see the cast but in her mind without touching it she could feel it.

The doctor adjusted the cane to her height and helping her to her good foot. He touched her shoulder.

“I would suggest that while in this walking cast that you use more sensible shoes Melanie.”

She nodded absently, looking guilty. He was probably right but eh you only live once.

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Today was just another day to Melanie, as she walked the sidewalks of her

Neighbourhood with her white cane and walking cast. She limped badly when wearing no heel shoes since the rubber heel of her cast was high. The cast reminded her of the one that Gimpix used to do before she lost her vision.

The temperature had rose to eighty-three degrees and she was enjoying the heat on her flesh. The light sundress with spaghetti straps was cut low and exposed a great deal of her cleavage. The dress came to mid-thigh and showed off her broken limb. Not everyday you see a sexy blind woman with a leg cast.

She was radiant and her emerald-green eyes seem to sparkle in the sunlight

She was on holidays. She continued her walk, as she did every day that she could, she took in the sounds of the people talking, the cars roaring by, the gentle breezes passing her ears. She loved when people asked her about her broken ankle. She stopped and chatted with some people.

Sometime she imagined how it would be to see again and be able to use crutches to work or outside. In her condition that was just too dangerous alone, she need her white stick

Finding herself back at the front of her apartment, she limped up the five steps while using the railing for support, reaching into her purse and getting her key. Opening the outer door, she entered the building and walked four steps to the inner door.

Feeling along the wall to her left, she ran her hand until she felt metal and her mailbox. Unlocking the box, she reached in and withdrew the envelopes and put them in her purse. Closing the mailbox, she entered the inner door and then the door to her apartment.

Entering her home, she was in her world where she could do anything she wanted. She grabbed her underarm crutches resting against the wall always at the same place and she slowly made her to the table, where she dropped her purse.

Standing on her crutches with her right leg bent to keep the cast off the floor she realized again how much she loved to play with her crutches. She made her way on crutches to her bedroom and she sat on the bed resting her crutches beside the bed.

She removed her left sandal. Standing on her right foot, she raised her dress up over her head and placed it on the bed. Unhooking her bra, she threw her shoulders forward and let it fall down her arms into her hands.

Placing the bra on top of the dress, she then rubbed with her right hand her cast and with her left her sweaty breast. She’s a natural 36C, she has felt the swells of her breast on plenty of occasions, as she masturbated regularly.

She loved to pretend injuries so much while masturbating.

Melanie removed her panties and placed them with her other clothing, then she crawled on the floor. Both hand grabbed her cast.

“Oh god my…

Part 3 to come

“A different type of cast lover”

Part 1

She loved life and the sound of her walking stick, as it felt her way along the office. The stick reminds her of a cane and so much more. She remembers her boyfriend at the time yelling to her.

“Melanie watch out…” and bang the impact was so hard and on her side that her face hit the window. At the same moment glass shattered in her face and she’s been blind ever since that car rides when she was 16.

So strange how life twist and turn. 2 days later her boyfriend was going to apply a cast on her leg again for the weekend. She was a real caster. Interested in everything related to crutches, sprain and cast. She was looking so much forward to be on crutches again with a recreational cast.

2 days later instead of being on crutches, she was totally blind and her boyfriend left her a few weeks later.

Over the years, Melanie became a confident, sexy, very efficient and organized woman that learned to live and sometime use her disability to her advantage.

Her blindness wasn’t the end of her life. She was still the very attractive and happy woman.

She was back in her office when she realized that it was time for some excitement in her life.  Melanie was standing tall on her 4 inch stilettos pump and she realized she'd been turning the heel of her sexy shoe as she sat, lost in thought. Though she was impeccably well-balanced, she knew how dangerous her heels were, theoretically.

She stands back up and rolled her pump slightly again and then:

“OK Melanie it’s time for a controlled accident” She said while letting her weigh crashed on her twisted ankle and she felt on the floor with both hands holding on to her injured ankle.

Gina came running into her boss office only to find Melanie on the floor.

“Dear god what happened to you? Are you ok?” She said

“No, I think I sprained my ankle, can you get James I need some help please”

“Sure hold on I will be right back”

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“Melanie!” he called, climbing up the stairs two at a time. He found her on the floor in her office, massaging her ankle and cursing it at the same time.

“Are you ok? What happened? I told you these heels were crazy for a bl..”

“Oh God James please don’t tell me that you were going to say a blind woman…Look at these legs…are they not sexy?” She stretches her left leg while her right ankle was killing her.

They were more than sexy they were in perfect shape from exercising every night.

“I’m sorry that’s not what I met” He said looking at her long leg and her injured ankle.

She was going to protest. He could see it in her face. Instead, she sighed.

“I don't think I should walk on it, can you help this injured blind and helpless woman” She said laughing at him and smiling.

“I agree miss with the blind and injured but helpless…you” Melanie's ankles were tiny and normally sexy as hell, but one was already swelling and starting to change color.

“Cute,” she said, rolling her eyes. He smiled at her.

“So, at least, I get to have you in my arms,” he teased as he picked her up.

“Let’s get you to the hospital for X’rays.”

“Really James, I'm sure it's just a sprain,” Melanie protested,

She continued to protest the entire way to the car, even as he settled her in the back. Keeping her ankle elevated, he made her as comfortable as he could.

“What actually happened Melanie, how did you fall?” He could see her ankle hurt, from the size and the pain on her face. He would be lying right here and now if he didn’t say that she looked so dam sexy with just one high heel on.

“I—I lost my balance while checking my mail in my office.”

“Really?”

“Yes”

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The doctor's words shattered her world.

Part 2 to come

It’s Graduation Time

Conclusion

“Don’t be sorry dear” he whispered in my ear. “I’m sorry. It’s just that . . . I’m not married, I’m single” He pulled away and looked at me.

“I’ve wanted you for so long and then bang you walk in my class wearing tight shorts, incredible sexy tight fitting blouse and this cast. You have no idea how I felt that day”

I laced my fingers through his and kissed the back of his hand. “I have wanted you for a long time, too. I can’t believe I’m actually here.”

He pulled me close again and held me. “I don’t want to rush you.” He stroked my cheek and rocked me.

My hand moved to the bulge in his pants. I rubbed it slowly.

“Just go slow with me,” I told him. “I want to make love to you and enjoy every second of it like it’s the last time.”

He groaned as I unzipped his pants and reached in his shorts. “Oh god I hope you are not mad that I’m so turned on by your broken leg and by your sexy body” he gasped.

“Not at all…Do I look mad?” I said

I looked at him lying on the couch naked from the waist down. He was incredible. His cock was so hard and I could barely get my hand around it. I wanted him inside me so bad

As I licked his cock he ran his hands up under my dress. He found the edge of my panties and slipped his hand inside. His fingers played with the lips of my slit and it was my turn to moan.

“Do you like that Emma? I wish I could have done that to you when you were on the table wile the doctor applied the cast on your leg to help you forget about the pain.” he asked as his fingers slid inside me.

“Oh god, you have no idea how much I would have loved that” I gasped.

He lifted my face from his cock and stood up. “Come upstairs with me. I want to make love to you in my bed.”

He helped me up on my right leg.  It was wobbly from all that excitement so he picked me up in his arms. He laid me on the bed and pulled his shirt over his head. He was now completely naked in front of me. His cock standing straight out from his well-muscled body.

“It just doesn’t seem fair,” he said. “I don’t have any clothes on but you do.”

He pulled my dress up and wrapped his fingers around my panties, brushing against my clit in the process. Slowly he removed my panties sliding them slowly along my long green cast.

He stuck his head under my dress and I could feel his breath on my thigh. I squirmed as his tongue made contact with my pussy. His tongue teased my clit and then he plunged it deep inside me.

My back arched and pushed his face deeper. I started moving in time with his tongue. A feeling so intense was building inside me I thought I would stop breathing. I wrapped my right leg around his head as the first orgasm washed over me.

His face emerged from under my dress. He licked his lips and smiled at me while

I tried to catch my breath. He kissed me and whispered,

“Help me with your dress.”

“Sure help me up please” I asked him

While standing up on my right foot, he unbuttoned my dress. He kissed my shoulders as he pulled the dress off. Then he kissed my neck and down my spine causing my back to arch again. He undid the clasp on my bra and let it fall forward.

“I started to dance on one leg while rubbing my breast sensually with my broken leg just following my moves” Do you like I asked

He came forward and kissed my neck. “Mmmmm, you are so hot” he whispered.

He laid me down on the bed again always so careful with my cast. He sat back and looked at me.

“Wow,” he said finally. “You’re even more beautiful than I imagined.”

I blushed, wondering if he had been dreaming of me as much as I had been dreaming of him.

He snuggled next to me, his cock resting on my thigh, and kissed me again. His tongue explored my mouth while his hands explored my body. Rubbing my cast like he wanted to get under it to rub my broken leg.

I broke the kiss this time and began to kiss his neck and chest. He rolled onto his back, the wonderful cock standing straight up now. I kissed the tip of his penis and licked down the shaft. I buried my face in his balls and took in their musky scent.

He grabbed my ass and thrust his finger in and out of my pussy. I took his cock into my mouth. I sucked on him and he moaned.

“Oh god, I want to be inside you,” he panted. “I’m going to cum. You’re making

me cum.”

I slowed down so that he wouldn’t cum right away. His cock throbbed felt so good inside my mouth.

He pulled me down and kissed me.

“I’m so glad you’re here. I’m so glad I wasn’t misreading you.” He was still breathing heavy.

“I was so worried you were going to think I was crazy because of the way I felt about your crutches and cast. Waiting for you like that. Bringing you flowers. And then kissing you.”

I stroked his hair.

“It was a big risk,” I agreed. “But I’m glad you did it.” I kissed him and held his stiffening cock. “I’m so glad you did it.” I straddled him with my broken leg on his shoulders.

“Wait. Don’t hurt yourself Emma” he said.

“I need to feel you inside me now” I assured him. I guided him into me.

“I’ll go slow.” I lowered myself carefully onto him. “Feels so nice,” I gasped as his cock inched into me.

He pushed up slightly as I moved down. Soon his entire member was inside me.

I moved slowly up and down and felt his body tense under me.

“Oooohhhhh,” he gasped. “You’re so tight. You’re strangling my cock.”

Suddenly my pussy tightened even more around him and I reached my second orgasm.  I collapsed onto him and he kissed me. “Wow,” I breathed into his ear.

He began moving slowly into me. I rose up on my arms and met his movements. His hands were on my large breasts. He pinched each nipple softly. I watched his face as it contorted. “Emma!” he screamed. “I’m cumming!”

His cock throbbed inside me and I moved faster. My own orgasm came just as his

was ending. My muscles gripping his softening penis.

We fell asleep with him still inside me. When I woke up I wondered if my friends were having a good time at the party. I was having the best time of my life.

A moment that I would cherish for the rest of my life.

The end

It’s Graduation Time

Part 2

I was starting to think that maybe he felt the same about cast and crutches that I did.

Could that be possible? Maybe he was one of the men I chat with about the pleasure of being in a cast with crutches.

One never knows.

It was the last full day of class so we weren’t doing any work in the class. We were given free time to study for our finals. I, of course, couldn’t think about my finals. I was sitting in a classroom only fifteen feet from him with my broken leg up on a chair feeling so desirable right at that moment.

When the bell rang he came to me and helped me up on my good leg. I knew I wouldn’t see him again after this. I would graduate; my broken leg would heal and I would go on.

What a shame…we could have been so good together….Stop that Emma, who are you kidding.

He would stay here at school and forget about you in a second.

I couldn’t look at him as I walked out of the room but I could feel him staring at my ass, my breast, my leg supporting me and my cast that followed the contour of my long leg so perfectly.

“Good luck on your finals and hope that sexy leg of yours doesn’t heal too fast Miss Newman,” he said. I could only smile and blush.

Did he really say doesn’t? He was really into it and I needed to go to the washroom and release some of the pressure building between my legs.

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I work at clothing store for man part-time, I’m a cashier. He came to my cash and paid for a pair of pants and shirts. I saw him stare at my crutches that were leaning against the wall behind me.

“Cheer up Miss Newman,” he told me. “Tomorrow night’s graduation.” Then he gave me that amazing smile again. “You will look fantastic on your crutches and that leg cast makes you look even sexier. But I don’t have to tell you that.”

To tell you the truth I wasn’t thinking about my graduation. I had him on my mind and somehow was hopping to see him there or for him to see me. My dress was a perfect match to my cast.

I looked and felt amazingly sexy. Firm body, full breast rubbing against my crutches.

When they announced my name I didn’t know if I should laugh or cry. Maybe in the back of my mind I had tried to fail so I could stay another year here with him.

I shook my head. I walk forward on my crutches and 4 inch heel on my good foot trying not to fall and break something else.

You heard him; I looked even sexier with a cast. I don’t I looked totally hot and sensual.

After graduation I met my parents for the obligatory pictures with the graduate. They wanted me to leave the crutches aside but I wanted them in the picture and I made sure that my cast was also visible.

That was so important to me.

I was meeting friends at a party so I dropped off my cap and gown on the way to my parent’s car. Several people beeped their horns and waved at me. We were probably all headed to the same parties.

I walked around a van on my crutches and saw him leaning against my parent’s car waiting for me. He pulled some flowers from behind his back. He kissed me lightly on the cheek.

“Congratulations,” he said softly. “You’re a graduate and you look amazing in that dress Emma.”

I was so completely flustered by his kiss and the fact that he called me Emma.

“Thank you, I’m surprise you came”

“And, if I’m not mistaken, happy birthday.”

I managed to say thank you again.

“You’re now completely legal and you are turning me on so much” he added. With that he took my crutches and pulled me closer. My cast was rubbing against his leg while I was standing on my stiletto heel.

“And this won’t be a teacher-student relationship.” He kissed me passionately.

I collapsed in his arms and held him. His muscles rippled under his shirt as he rubbed my back.

“I’d like to take you home with me if that’s okay,” he said.

“Sure I would love that. Can you grab my crutches please, I don’t want to fall and break my other leg” I said smiling at him

He held me close to him during the ride to his house. His cologne was intoxicating. He stroked my cast time and time again as I snuggled next to him. Who would have

thought that I would spend graduation night, or any night for that matter,  with this wonderful man while in this full leg cast?

I confess. I knew where his house was. I had driven by it six or seven hundred times in the past few months. If he ever knew he didn’t give any indication.

When he closed the door, I dropped my crutches and he held me in his arms and kissed me. A long sensual kiss that seemed to last forever. Then he led me to the couch.

“Promise me you’ll tell me if I’m moving too fast for you.”

My body was ready to jump out of its skin. My leg was so sore after such a busy day but it didn’t matter at all. Everything was tingling at his touch.

“I will,” I gasped.

His tongue parted my lips and made slow circles in my mouth. His hands rubbed my

shoulders and ran down to my thighs until he started to play with my broken leg.

“You have no idea Emma how much I wanted to rub your cast and kiss you all over when you came to my class with these tight fitting shorts and braless”

I ran my fingers through his thick hair. I had never kissed anyone like this before. He broke the kiss and started nibbling my neck. My body arched involuntarily pushing me closer to him.

I gasped for air, “Mr. . .”

“Dylan,” he breathed. “Dylan.”

I could feel the bulge in his pants. “Dylan, I’ve never been with a married man before and I’m sorry but I don’t think I can.”

“Don’t be sorry dear” he whispered in my ear. “I’m sorry. It’s just that . . .

Conclusion to come

Voyeur? Maybe not…

Conclusion

She might never know it, but this excursion will be a date in the recesses of my brain, something to hold me over during the endless nights when I sleep alone, dreaming of her sitting inches from me with her cast looking even better.

We are on the highway; I catch a movement from her out of the corner of my eye. She had to shift her seat back as far as it will go to slide in her long cast almost totally straight.

Her sunglasses are slightly purple. But what catches my attention so thoroughly that I almost steer us into the wrong lane is the idle movement of her fingers on her cast, tracing circles and mindless pattern.

She sighs softly, a faint sound accompanying the release of air. I force my eyes back to the road, grateful that at 8 am in the middle of nowhere, we are relatively alone.

“Do you like to watch me on crutches?” she asks.

God she knows

Her voice is low and sultry, and I am as badly startled by its sensual sound as by her words. I flick my gaze over to her, my own eyes hidden behind dark lenses. She is fingering the wine-colored silk of her shirt with the hand that is not busy inscribing secret messages on her broken leg.

I clear my throat.

“I’m sorry for the pain you had to endure Olivia but you look amazing in this cast while moving around on crutches” I said.

“I think I agree with you. Not at first but with time it feels like bondage of some kind…I feel so turned on when you look at me”

We drive in silence for a minute or two, and then peripheral movement distracts me once more. I almost slam on the brakes. She has unbuttoned the blouse over her pale skin and what I can now see is push up bra.

Her fingers are trailing over her broken leg, and she is smiling softly as she stares out through the windshield, as if this undressing beside me is the most ordinary thing in the world.

“What are you doing?” I choke out, dragging my eyes back to the road. Still empty. She laughs lightly.

“Letting you watch,” she purrs, and my penis is fully erected.

“It’s what you like to do, isn’t it? Watch poor woman on crutches looking sexy with a broken leg”

I hear the snick of a clasp being undone, and then the rasp of a zipper. My breath is caught in my throat. I cannot drive and let her do—whatever it is she is planning to do.

I will lose my mind. With an abrupt wrench of the wheel, I jerk the JEEP over to the side of the road and throw it into park, my hands trembling on the steering wheel.

I slowly turn to Olivia and oh god she does the same thing, resting her long cast on my lap.

She has one hand between her legs, moving. Her hips are rocking slightly, however, and it is no mystery to me what she is doing. Her other hand is teasing one nipple over the lace of her bra, and her lips are parted, releasing soft pants into the hot air.

Her sunglasses still hide her eyes enough that I cannot read their expression, but they are not turned to me anyway. They are still staring out through the glass of the

windshield, taking in the desert landscape as she pleasures herself beside me in

my car.

I want to reach for her, to replace her hands with my own, but I am paralyzed as I watch her, her broken leg, her hips arching higher off the seat as she moans softly, her fingers pulling down the lace of her bra over one perfect breast to reveal it to me, and to her restless hand.

My mouth is dry, my eyes tight, and my body painfully aroused. I’m sure you would feel the same.

I know that I should start driving again, that I should stop her with a sharp command, but the battle between what I should do and what I want to do leaves me effectively helpless.

I take her cast in my hand and start licking her toes, matching her speed.

I watch Olivia as her back arches, and I know she is very close. I move at last, reaching over to pluck her sunglasses from her face and toss them to the floor, to turn her face towards mine with firm fingers under her chin. She opens her eyes, and their darkness collides with my gaze just as she climaxes, a long moan escaping her mouth.

I watch Olivia cum.

When she comes down, when her mindless sounds quiet, she gently pulls away from the hand I still have beneath her jaw, to hold her stare to my own. She has not removed her cast from my lap.

She has merely noticed my voyeurism and forced it to the next level, taking all the power with her and leaving me with none.

I realize I am shaking. She calmly zips up her skirt up, tugs her bra up over her breasts, re-buttons her shirt.

She looks faintly flushed, incandescent, and not the least bit ashamed and should she…I’m the one that started all this.

“God, I’m starved,” she says in a faintly throaty voice.

“How about we go for breakfast and you tell me all about your fascination into my broken leg?”

Taking my cue, I throw the JEEP into drive and pull back out onto the highway, trying to ignore the throbbing of my body insisting that I take her home instead of to breakfast.

“My place in 15 minutes,” I tell her quietly, even though it will be another thirty minutes. She nods, content with my answer, and leans her head back and closes her eyes, her breath slowing and easing.

Within moments, she is asleep. From the corner of my eyes, I watch her sleep, her chest rising and falling evenly, her hands resting limply by her sides, one strand of hair drifting down over her cheek.

I slide my hand over her cast again. This is perfect.

She is beautiful. I continue to drive.

The end

Voyeur? Maybe not…

Part 2

While I was penetrating my girlfriend in my mind I wanted to press Olivia up against a wall and see if her skin tastes as delicious as it smells. I wanted to feel her cast against my leg while she squeezed her crutches from the excitement

Don’t be too quick to judge, if you were in my position you would probably react the same way…maybe worse.

Every once in a while, I see her and she burns a souvenir for life in my mind: she is striding on her crutches across the parking lot wearing a summer dress. She is so hot that her dress is clinging slightly to her breast. Sandal on her left foot reveals a small tattoo over the front of her left leg, just above her foot.

She’s sweaty and very delicious

My brain wanders briefly again to the lovely and warming thought of running the tip of my tongue over every delicate toes at the end of her cast.

Now my mind is going at full speed. I knew if I came out in the open to discuss this that I was going to be dreaming non stop of Olivia.

She’s sitting at her desk with her leg on the chair beside her. She stretches up to get a binder from a shelf. She’s trying so hard not to get up and have to move her broken leg.  By doing so the thin strap of her tank top slides down one perfect shoulder to loop around a defined upper arm. All that crutching is doing wonder to her arms.

I have an unobstructed line of freckled flesh from her neck to the edge of her collarbone. I imagine her broken leg on my shoulder while pressing my lips to every inch of that skin until she tells me to do it. Moaning, feeling like the sexy woman she is with her green cast up in the air…

Hummmm

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The last few days, she didn’t say anything about her boyfriend and I noticed in the morning that she’s coming to work in a taxi. I can easily imagine, poor Olivia all alone in her backyard, lying on her back on a lay down garden chair. I can see her long cast, flat abdomen and small but perfect breasts covered by navy cotton.

The zipper on her skirt is down just far enough that I know she has nothing on beneath it. Not unusual for a woman to masturbate, but I cannot erase the image of her left hand sliding inside her skirt playing with her clit until she came quietly, while her right hand is rubbing her cast.

Evidence that her cast was more than a protector to her broken leg.

This is how I know that watching Olivia and her broken leg has changed me forever. But what does she think of me? Better to let her think of me as the slightly older man that’s always there to help her at office.

Yet somehow, because of her accident and the last few weeks, I was certain that I was looking for more.

Was she?

I’m not considering dating, I’m fully aware that our difference in age would not allow that. But over the last few weeks, now that she is a pro on her crutches, I began to realize that she was always coming to me with questions.

She was making her way to my office on her crutches to present her latest findings since we shared the same field of expertise. She would rest her crutches against the wall and hop to the chair in front of my desk making sure that I had a perfect view of her long leg cast.

We would look at her document and there would be an accidental brush of her finger against my wrist. Her eyes would fix on mine while standing on her crutches and getting ready to leave my office. The world would stop for these 30 seconds.

But for every moment I was made sexually aware of her presence, there was a

corresponding ache at the realization of her absence. When she took the day off last Thursday, I wanted to call her at home to make sure that she was ok.

Ni my mind at least when she was at the office and I could see her sit at her desk there was an opportunity to kiss her, touch her, and to take her in my arms while being overcall careful not to hit her broken leg against anything.

Watching Olivia had changed me. Will I feel the same when she’s out of the cast, still on crutches or limping around the office on her long legs with a cane for support?

I have this imagine in my mind…I’m sure you also have imagines…

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There are events in your life that affects you forever. Today, I know she knows that I’m watching her, and I’ve decided not to care. I wanted her to know.

We are in the cafeteria of our building; I’m standing in line to pay when I see her sitting with friends at a table nearby. Her crutches are right beside her and I can tell that she could be looking at her friends talking, but instead her eyes are on me, where I am standing in line.

God this is like a turn of the table, I can almost feel the trail of her eyes burning into my skin… I wonder if she wonders if I’m married or have a girlfriend.

The sensation of her eyes on me is too much to resist, I smile at her and return a stare. She is especially lovely today; the rich purple of her silk blouse, a short business like short black skirt gives me a good view of her long legs.

The long and heavy cast compliment to the perfection her strong and sexy left leg.

She lifts one hand and slides it all over the top portion of her cast, and I realize we have been standing here for well over a minute without moving, simply looking at each other.

She smiles at me and grabs her crutches. I drop my plate, pay for the breakfast and decide to follow her.

She does not bother to hide the pleasure on her face when she sees me following her. Between the movement of her hip and her green cast I’m totally out of control and not sure where this is all going.

How can I be following this young woman in the parking lot?

Worse she slowly makes her on her crutches to my Jeep and there she is standing at the passenger door With my help she slides into the passenger side and I put her crutches in the back.

I climb in beside her, turning the key in the engine, turning my face to her. She is studying me openly, and her dark eyes look mischievous, secretive, and slightly haunted.

I’m trying so hard not to stare at her anywhere else then her eyes.

“Where to?” I ask, she smiles.

“Anywhere,” she replies, and I shift the car into gear and drive.

Conclusion to come

Voyeur? Maybe not…

Part 1

I don’t consider myself a voyeur. Do you?

“A voyeur is someone who watches other people (generally hiding to do so) in order to get sexual pleasure.”

For one thing I don’t hide when I watch people totally the opposite I want to talk to them and understand the reason they are on crutches, in a wheelchair or in a cast. Second I don’t get sexual pleasure…At least not all the time.

I’m curious about the 5 W when I see a lovely lady on crutches with a cast.

I was working at my desk when I heard the yelling coming from the stairs…

“Oh god my leggggg” She yelled

“I think I broke my leg…” She said slowly regaining control.

I ran to the stairs and saw Olivia on the floor with her best friend beside her. From what I could see she broke one of her high heel and missed a step.

“Somebody help! Call an Ambulance!” I took out my cell and called 911.

“I just did; help is on its way Olivia, don’t move” I said

Looking at Olivia, it was obvious that her right leg was broken. No bones through but in 2 areas I could see the broken bones.

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I was right, the next morning she was back to work, wearing a summer dress. This time there was no running down some stairs, she was walking steadily on her crutches with her right leg in a full dark green coloured cast. Her cast is slightly bent at the knee.

This was the beginning of something very special for me.

Sometimes I wonder if she notices me watching her. I can’t really help it, when she moves around in the office on her crutches she’s very addictive to look at. The way her cast just float off the floor when she is on her crutches. Almost telling me:

“Go ahead look at my broken leg”

She seems to always be captured unconsciously striking a pose that cries out for further appreciation on my part. It can be the way she leans on her crutches or the way she rest her cast on her left foot or when her broken leg is resting on a chair beside her and I can see her delicate and long toes at the end of the cast.

Just beautiful.

Just beautiful also the way the doctor took the time to carefully wrap each layers of her cast around her long leg. From mid foot to way past her knee, the cast is perfect on her leg.

I could easily imagine her kissing her boyfriend standing on her crutches or at the dinner table or anywhere else in her apartment, sometime using her crutches and other time just hopping around the rooms on her good leg.

Her hair and eyes are brown.  Her lips are appealing without the aid of cosmetics.

I try so hard to be professional and focus on her beautiful face but since her accident you will understand that it is much harder

There are days when she makes it impossible. Two weeks ago for example, I see her coming my way on her crutches. She’s wearing a short skirt, tight blouse and black pantyhose on her left leg. Just like this was not enough, she was wearing a black pump on her left foot.

With her black glasses she looked so professional and sexy in that outfit while on crutches.

Her long cast coming directly for me. She smiles at me. Her nipples bursting through her brassiere from the air conditioning being too low in the office. She stops at John’s desk and stand there on her crutches talking about her accident.

Teasing with her left leg as she tightens all the muscles in her leg and then releases them.

God she has beautiful legs. Both of them are equality sexy for different reasons.

It is so exciting to see her looking in total control of the whole room and yet she’s the one with the broken leg. In her case I can honestly say that her cast and crutches are a great addition to her sex appeal to me and to most of the people seeing her like that.

She seems to love it. It took her no time to see the positive side of her accident and good for her.

Tease away my little princess.

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The nest day was Friday and she came in wearing jeans. Black jeans with a slit on the side to allow space for her long cast. She used small Velcro strips to keep the black jeans wrapped around her long cast.

She looks so good in black.

Last night while making love to my girlfriend, I picture Olivia in my mind wearing a stiletto heel on her left foot. Black fuck me heel with straps lacing from her slender ankles all the way up her calves, and I would be lying if I said the image was unpleasant specially in contrast to her right foot wearing lawyers upon lawyers of green fibber.

While I was penetrating my girlfriend in my mind I wanted…

Part 2 to come

Very Special Moment

Conclusion

I closed my eyes and my breaths starting getting deeper as she ran her fingers over my pussy.

She moaned at its wetness and pulled my nylons off as well as my panties, slowly down my cast. She ran her hands over my broken leg again. I could tell she loved the feeling of the cast under her fingers.

“Yes, I knew it was true. Such beautiful legs. I hope you don’t mind me saying this but you look so sexy limping around with this walking cast” She said

“Thank you, I don’t feel sexy but right now I’m really hot” I replied now very curious and turned on.

She spread my legs a little and she kneeled on the bed, moving between them. I opened my eyes, she was looking at me. I smiled.

I lay down again, feeling her legs against mine. She leaned over, planting kisses on my neck.

“Did you scream like you did in the bathroom when you broke your leg? Did you crawl for help?” she whispered in my ear.

“Yessssssss I did, it was very painful, I had multiple fractures.” I replied.

She stood up and I heard her unzipping her dress. I looked up, her dress was falling to the floor.

She was indeed naked underneath. She lay on her side, next to me on the bed with her hand on my cast.

Tan all over; her skin was smooth as silk as I ran my hand over her long legs.

“God you don’t know how much I envy you. You are so beautiful walking around on your walking cast while leaning on your cane for support”

She started sucking on my nipple. I moaned, such pleasure I haven’t felt in so long.

Her fingers tracing over my stomach, teasingly going lower and lower to my pussy. She stretch and pick up my cane off the floor. She was rubbing herself with it until…

Her finger touched my red hot clit and I nearly came. I moaned loudly and she began to nibble my breast, tremors running through my body. I ran my hand over her back, so smooth and soft... pure silk.

Her lips moved lower, to my stomach. She slid two fingers in me, my muscles tightening around them.

I felt her mouth on my pussy as her fingers spread my swollen lips. I spread my legs more as I climaxed again, her tongue flicking my clit incessantly.

“You have perfect legs” I said moaning to her

I ran my finger over her pink clit and for the first time she stopped, moaning with my touch. I rubbed harder, her moans continuing.

I rub faster and faster, her ass moving in rhythm with my caresses until I stopped and looked at her moan. I took her right ankle in my hands, the same ankle that she broke last year and started to twist it.

It was like her ligaments were non existent, in seconds her ankle started to swallow from the pressure.

“How does it feel? Imagine you just broke your ankle again and you can’t walk on it at all” I asked but I could tell that she was so turned on and really sore.

“This feels so good dear” She replied while holding on to her sprained ankle.

Hungrily, I sucked her clit. Her juices were a sweet, hot sensation. I was relentless: sucking and nibbling and licking.

“I can imagine the pain you felt breaking your ankle last year. What a shame to damager legs like yours” I said

She came, screaming and arching her back. I was hotter than ever and I flicked my tongue in her hole, juices still flowing out.

Her cries were getting louder. I felt her muscles tighten around my tongue as she came again.

I couldn't take it anymore and I moved my hand to my own pussy. I was so wet and hot. Fingering my clit wildly, I kept teasing her clit with my other hand.

I came again, screaming ecstatically.

I finally lay back on the bed, spent. She moved off the bed to her dress while standing on her left leg only. Her ankle was defiantly sprained and there was no way she was going to be able to walk on it. She reached for her crutches.

 I closed my eyes, breathing hard. I never heard the door close, and I never learned her name.

Who was that special woman so interested in my broken leg and ankle??????

The end

Very Special Moment

Part 2

I was about to close the door again when I saw her, smiling and coming straight for me. Before I could close the door, she was there.

“Are you alright? I saw you with a real bad limp. I have crutches from the time I broke my right ankle last year, would you like me to get them for you?” she asked.

I cleared my throat and managed, “No its ok I’m fine, my ankle is still a bit sore but thanks.”

“I walked by once also to go to the wine cellar and heard moaning.” She was staring at my leg with penetrating eyes.

I could feel my face redden. “Oh, my dress got stuck,” I covered.

I turned for her to see and I felt her hands run down my back. “I can fix that, come with me.”

She turned around and we went further down the hall. I felt so hot leaning more and more on my cane limping around behind her.

“Here, you can cover up with this,” she said as she handed me a robe. “It will be easier to fix if you aren't in the dress.”

She turned around and I picked the robe up off the bed. She sat in a reading chair and looked out the window, her back to me.

I pulled the dress off over my head and laid it on the bed. In just my nylons, walking cast and panties, I tugged the robe tight around me and said, “Ok.”

She got up and came to get the dress. “Have a seat and rest that broken leg of yours,” she said and motioned to the bed.

“Thanks,” I said as I sat down on the edge and position my cane on the floor.

As she worked, I began to relax and pushed myself further on the mattress and I laid back. She had the perfect view of my long cast and I saw her looking at it.

I didn't hear her stand up. “With legs like that, you don't even need nylons on your good leg my dear.”

She broke my reverie and I looked up at her. Her eyes were examining my legs again. She really was into legs, I could tell

“Thank you,” I said, blushing.

“You look so cute when you blush” she said with a smile.

I could only blush more, unsure of where she wanted to go with this.

“Would you blush if rubbed your touched your cast?” she asked.

“Probably,” I told her. She moved closer and slowly slid her fingers all over my broken leg and then between my legs.

“What are you doing?”

“I just want you to feel comfortable dear. How does it feel to wear this long leg cast? I was only in a short cast up to my knee?” She said

I didn’t know where all this was going. I was so wet and confuse. She was so sexy and yet so strange.

“I never got a short cast; all my casts were non weight bearing so I had to use crutches before…Now I feel like a regular woman walking, limping and teasing”

I felt her fingertips on my toes at the end of the cast

“Please be careful not to start something that you don’t want to finish” I said

“Sure, but how do you know I don’t want to finish it?” She said walking to her closet and taking out a pair of crutches.

She looked so good standing there on her crutches with her right leg bent at the knee. I could only imagine how sexy she must have been in a cast. She joined me back on the bed leaving her crutches fall on the floor.

“I'm sure you have such smooth legs under these nylons.” Her eyes were on mine as she traced the waist of the nylons on my stomach with her hand.

I closed my eyes and my breaths starting getting deeper as she …

Conclusion to come

Natasha and the Cat and Mouse Game

Conclusion…

“Hello Sir.” She tries to smile

“What’s wrong?”

“There we go, finally you ask. About damned time.”

Natasha settles herself at the head of the bed, leaning against the bedpost for support has she listens to him and nods.

He stares at her, standing on her left leg, hugging the post without her robe in a plain white t-shirt ,showing off her firm breast and hard nipples, that when standing barely hits the middle of her thighs.

“We need to talk Natasha”

“Now?”

“Sit down please rest your leg”

“The last couple of days have been, shall we say interesting between us.” He watches her, she always looks so desirable and sexy.

“Don’t you think?” He wants to see how she answers. She knows she’s just as confused as he is about their sudden displays of affection.

“What is the answer you’re looking for Sir?” Her tone has a bite to it,

“Do you want to play that Cat and Mouse game and never let me catch you?”

“What I want is for you to be honest, we are both enjoying the sexual tension of the last few days, even more since your accident?”

“I have Sir, can’t you tell how excited I was? I’m this pseudo sexy woman stuck in that huge and long cast Sir…not exactly something to attract men’s” Natasha isn’t sure how far she should go.

“Natasha, you are the sexiest woman I’ve even been with. The way you move on crutches is such a turn on. I was ready to make love to you in the stairs when you were down with your fractured leg”

She looks at him, her eyes darkening slightly, “Hm. Thank you Sir…I think”

That look, and those words are almost enough to make him groan, but he swallows it and hard.

He turns and pulls her broken leg towards him while shedding the robe as he does so.

“Why do I keep thinking this is a very bad idea?” He said looking at her with such a sensual look.

“Because it is Sir, I’m your secretary it can’t go anywhere.” And despite all her efforts, those words come out airy, husky and just short of a whisper as she watches his lips brushing her toes,

“Peter.”

He stops and looks at her, it was the first time she called him Peter

“Yes my sexy broken goddess” He starts biting and licking her toes smiling.

“Don’t start something that you don’t plan to finish.” She said but she realized that she was loosing control.

“You’ve said that before.” He continues his attack to the toes of her broken leg

“You should go back to your own room. You don’t really want me” She said with her eyes close.

“Nah. Your bed is more comfortable than mine. Plus I want you Miss Natasha; I love to see you in needs and out of control”

“Good night Mr. Thomson.”

“Really, remember what I told you. I’m not going to do anything you don’t want me to do Natasha. Trust me.”

Slowly he climbed over her with her broken leg on his shoulder.

“Now, please take me now.” She shifted until he in the best possible position.

Her eyes flutter as she bites her lower lip a moment before feeling her orgasm building inside her.

“You know I’ve always had” Oh God she was moaning now.

“This fantasy of you fucking me…” Haaaaaaaaaaa

“Fucking me while I was crawling in the stairs pulling my broken leg like a crippled woman” She said seconds before the orgasm rippled through her body.

“My dear innocent Miss Natasha, did you just say the F word?” On that note he rises up picks her up and lay her down on the floor of her room.

She had no ideas where he was going with all this but she was so happy.

“As a matter of fact Miss Natasha I will” He said while holding on to her right hand. Sliding his fingers over her small wrist.

“I have this fantasy that you can’t use your crutches and you are crawling to me my dear because you just broke your arm” He says with a smile while he twisted her wrist and arm slightly.

“Peter my arm, you’re hurting me… Please” She moaned on the floor.

“You want me to stop Miss Natasha?” Peter asked while looking at this sexy woman on the floor.

“Tell me that you want me to stop and I will”

“No Sir please Mr Thomson, I need your help sir, I felt in my room and I can’t get up”

“I see” he said kissing the swelling showing off around her sprained wrist.

“Do it Sir” With those 2 little words Natasha imagined herself around the office with her right leg in a full cast and her right arm also in a cast supported by a sling around her neck.

At the same time Peter grabbed her arm with both hands and gave it a rough twist. The sound of her ulna breaking was so loud. At the same time from the pressure applied to her wrist she also broke her radius bone.

“Ohhhhhhhhhh god Sir I think you broke my arm…” she said holding on to her broken arm. Her eyes were closed but she had a devilish smile on her face that told the tale.

The end

Natasha and the Cat and Mouse Game

Part 3

Natasha was waiting beside the car on her crutches next to Johnny the permanent chauffer to Peter Thomson and she did not like the way he was glancing at her. Sure she was cute to look at wearing a stylish stiletto heel on her left foot and her dark blue cast.

“Good morning, Johnny,” He looked straight at her, the right corner of his mouth

tweaking upwards slightly, “Miss Natasha.” Peter paused a moment, his eyes sweeping

up and down her frame.

“Nice skirt.”

Johnny glanced back and forth twice between his employer and his employer’s personal assistant and felt that there was something between those two be it sexual tension or something else

Natasha walked calmly around the car on her crutches and slid into the backseat with Peter’s help. He then put the crutches in the backseat while she was positioning her cast.

She kept her hands folded primly in her lap and watched as the city gave way to oddly placed country side.

She had said nothing to him. Was she mad?

“Johnny, if you can excuse us a moment. I need to discuss something with Miss Natasha.” Oh, that earned him a glare. He brought up the divider that separated him from seeing and or hearing anything in the backseat.

“Turn around sideways Natasha; your broken leg will be more comfortable” His tone was not exactly demanding but suggestive.

She didn’t move, and as she felt him scoot closer. Even when his lips ran over her hair, near the back of her neck she didn’t budge. She forced her lips to remain in a straight fixed line, her blue gaze focused.

Peter smiled has he moved to have better access to her long blue cast. She was trying so hard to resist him but wanted him so bad at the same time. He took her broken leg in his hands. His lips found her toes at the end of the cast and he licked them slightly.

“Sir what do you think your doing, let go my broken leg, please” She said but without any conviction

He let go her cast but she felt his hands slide around her. His arms tightening enough that she couldn’t pull away. His lips move to her neck.

He was holding her like he had the evening before, only this time his hand went higher.  He squeezed her entire breast in his hand, moving just so that his palm rubbed the nipple.

He wondered what else he could do to her in the car like this. He was quickly becoming

addicted to this, to touching her long cast and feeling her wonderful body. Having control over her, which was new to him.

“Sir?” Came a familiar voice over the car intercom.

“Shit.” He quickly pulls away from her, helping her move her heavy cast aside “

“What Johnny?” His tone is short, annoyed even.

“We’ve just pulled into the drive of the Resort.”

“We will finish this later Miss Natasha” his hand slowly trailed down the length

of her long cast until it was between her legs, “I can guarantee it.”

“Maybe I plan to lock my door Sir” She said breathless.

“I didn’t say tonight Miss Natasha. I said later.”

“We’ll see Sir” She said smiling at him like the cat that just hate the mouse.

He has about twenty seconds to make his point. He grabs her broken leg

“Oh yes. We will Natasha.” His fingers brush briefly between her legs the dark fabric of her pants a little moist, a smirk crossing his lips as he kisses her toes one last time while the car rolls to a stop

“We definitely will.” And with that he exits the now stopped vehicle, grabs the crutches form the trunk and offering her a hand which she refuses, making him chuckle. She struggled on her on to get out of the car and position the crutches under her arms without hitting her broken leg.

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Something at changed since she broke her leg. He kept looking at her like he owned her or something. She could feel his hands still on her body, his lips on her toes. She knew once again she wouldn’t sleep very good tonight.

He would be there in her dreams taking her over and over again in ways that made her blush just thinking about them. The real question was how she was feeling about it. She was sexually aroused just being in his presence.

Damn him for knowing how to touch her, where to touch her and when. He knew all the

right buttons and she wondered how.

They were being given a tour of the actual Resort, Natasha wanted to walk, and she didn’t care if she had five inch stiletto heel, a broken leg and crutches. He kept randomly touching her, sliding his hand across her cast, squeezing her other knee and glaring seemed to do nothing.

He was reaching for her broken leg a third time when she caught his hand and whispered to him,

“Sir if you touch my cast again and I will push you out of this cart and onto your ass.”

She let go of his hand and Peter found himself grinning. He didn’t want her to be a push over in his little game, if she was, well he would simply get bored and never touch her again, now he practically itched to lay even his pinkie finger on her.

“Okay. So you win this round Miss Natasha.” He leaned into her, his lips brushing her ear discreetly. He lets his lips linger, letting his breath tickle at the sensitive skin of her ear.

She forces herself to sit there still, it hits her, why not give him a taste of his own medicine? After all they are alone in the back seat.

She bites her lower lip a moment; she can’t believe she’s actually going to do this. She shoots a glance at the owner, luckily he’s too busy keeping his eyes on the road and his mouth moving.

She grabs her cast with both hands and slides it across his knee, she watches his eyes glance down curiously through the side of his sunglasses and then look at her in the same manner.

Natasha just smiles innocently.

She takes a small breath when he opens his legs and the foot portion of her cast slide between his legs with her toes against his penis. She feels him stiffen just a little but is surprised he makes no move to stop her, he just looks down at her broken leg and keeps looking, watching.

She forces herself to look anywhere but at him or her toes. She would pay for that little trick later he assured himself and tried to ignore her beautiful toes and what they were currently doing between his legs.

He could feel himself growing harder and harder, and as he did her heavy cast seemed to move to match. It was almost unbearable, evil and wicked. How many time he had dreamed of that situation since she broke her leg.

It’s like she was reading his dirty mind.

Part 4 to come

Natasha and the Cat and Mouse Game

Part 2

He watched the way she moved on her crutches around the office. She was mastering her crutches in no time. Even with a broken leg she was very much in control of every step she took on her crutches.

Grace, agility and sexiness…what more could he ask for.

He leaned back against his desk, next to her broken leg that was resting on a chair, his eyes taking in the curves she managed to have despite her very slender appearance. Her beautiful long toes at the end of the cast were attracting his attention.

She was a beautiful woman and so much more.

Natasha felt his eyes on her broken leg and toes at the end of the cast, but she did her best to ignore it, a very difficult task.

“I’ve called them and made sure they know we’re coming”

The look in his eyes when he looked at her and specially now with her broken leg made her suddenly understand the feeling a small animal got when a lion stared it down. She was losing control and in a way she loved it.

She took a deep breath” Will that be all Mr. Thomson?” She needed to leave now.

He knew she knew how he was looking at her. You could feel the sexual tension in the air. She stood up and positions her crutches under her arms, facing his desk with her back to him.

He had the perfect view of both her long legs and tight ass.

Slowly he stood from leaning on his desk and slid behind her, trapping her between him and the desk. His hand slides across her wrists and slowly pries the crutches from her hands.

She was now using his desk for balance. With her leg cast bent the way it was at the knee she couldn’t use it for balance.

“Don’t forget to breathe.” He whispered in her ear.

He had been attracted to her since day one. Her broken leg had pushed him over the edge, he wanted her so bad. It was a very naughty idea to be sure to be attracted to a younger woman, working for you and in a full leg cast.

This exact moment while standing on her crutches with her back to him he decided that it was the perfect time to try it.

He was standing behind her, she wouldn’t mind if he touched her. She had fantasized often about running like a woman being chased, but her broken leg just wouldn’t allow her and if she hopped on her left foot she was all too sure she wouldn’t get far while wearing this high heel.

He was in total control of the situation and she loved it.

“I’m not going to do anything you don’t want me to do Natasha. Relax.”

He lets himself press against her, not enough to fully trap her against his desk, but enough to enjoy the sensation of her small but shapely behind pressing against his front.

In reaction she was sliding her long cast between his legs, rubbing her broken leg against him like a cat in heat while loving the feeling of his hard penis against her behind.

She bites her lower lip and grips the desk more, her knuckles beginning to turn white already.

He lets his hand linger against her most intimate part. For a moment his thumb is the only thing that moves, it gently rubs the place where her leg cast ends at the top of her right thigh.

“How much I would love to rub inside your cast Natasha. When you were in the stairs I wanted to touch your broken leg so bad”

She’s getting tired from standing on her left leg. She feels his hand move and press more firmly against her. She’s eager for more.

He wondered how much she wanted this. He lifts his hand from her a moment and

almost laughs at the eager movements of her hips. She needs this so bad.

His hand pushes the front of her skirt up. Screw decency. She wavers a bit on her left heel and he moves more against her, giving her something to lean on. He wants to protect her left ankle.

“You are so hot Natasha standing on one leg with your broken leg casted like this” He said

“Hummm Sir, are you turned on by my broken leg, the cast or would you like me to be your partly crippled secretary?”  She bites her lower lip again.

His fingers waste little time in diving into her wet folds. It doesn’t take him long to find his rhythm. And somehow he keeps her from moving her hips.

“All 3 options turn me on dear”

It’s then she decides he is evil and she loved it.

He notes the growing tightness of her body, the wetter she’s become. Finally the moan she’s been holding at bay betrays her and she grinds against his hands as his rhythm picks up. It’s like he knows how close she is, and then it happens.

She bends, her head flying to rest on his shoulder, eyes rolling back. He keeps going until her leg is almost ready to collapse, until her entire frame is convulsing and shuddering.

Only then when her left leg gives away, he slowly withdraws his left hand while his right supports her. He turns her around and helps her sit on the desk facing him. He adjust her clothing back properly

“Can you stand on your own yet?” He asked

She tries to speak, but can’t, still recuperating from the intense orgasm, so instead she nods while her left hand is rubbing her cast and the right one is between her legs.

“Hum. I doubt it.” He smile lightly and slowly pries her hand away from between her legs.

Carefully and gently he carries her over to the leather sofa and slowly helps her sit. He then grabs her crutches and brings them to her.

He turns to go back to his desk and put his tie and jacket back on

“Have a good evening. Tomorrow at eight Natasha, now don’t forget or I might have to please you again.” He said smiling.

She watches him leave; her lips still parted slightly trying to understand what really happened here. It’s at least five minutes before she can gather her crutches to stand up straight and two more before she feels she can actually swing her cast between her crutches without tripping or stumbling.

Her mind looses track of time as the events of that moment replay over and over in her head as she sits in the taxi sideways on the backseat with her long cast in front of her. In her dream that night she sees him cutting her cast off her leg and teasing her broken leg while she has huge orgasm.

Selena

Part 2

“You look marvellous my love”

“Thank you”

Selena smirked and moved forward on her crutches with Daniel at her heel. He loved to follow her and see that tight ass of hers and the bottom of her red cast.

The casino was pristine, shining like a new penny or a freshly minted gold bar. Selena sensed eyes on her and her cheeks burned. She felt overdressed in the silk black dress and fuck this crippled heel.

This place, with all its polished hard wood would be a dangerous place for a woman on crutches and wearing hi heel stiletto on her good foot. She glanced up at him as he surveyed the joint. He caught her uneasy gaze and squeezed her arm as he led her through the room to a bank of elevators.

“Come on, babe. Follow me” he said

“You know what happened to me last time I did that” She smiled and rubbed her cast between his legs.

He punched the 13 and the elevator doors dinged open. As they ascended, Selena deliberately kept her distance from Daniel for the short ride, not wanting a repeat performance of their last elevator trip.

“Ladies and gentlemen, if you'd like to play a little poker tonight, our first hand begins now. The game is no-limit Texas Hold 'em. There will be no re-buys tonight, so I suggest you play your very best. Please, take your seats.”

Selena felt Daniel's energy nearly reach a breaking point as he guided her toward THE table. Outwardly, he appeared calm, bored even. But, Selena could tell that he was nearly heady with glee.

Once they got to the table she saw why Daniel was so excited

Daniel chose the seat directly across from the dealer. Selena was to his right.

To her right was a young brunette woman with an air of naivety about her but she was sitting in a wheelchair.  Her right leg was amputated just above the knee and her left leg was in a full leg cast with a walking heel at the bottom. She was sure that Daniel had all kinds of wild and erotic images in his dirty sweet mind.

The brunette gave a little wave to Daniel and I saw him trying to get a better view at this sweet woman’s legs.  About fourteen hands in, Selena was getting bored and placed a tentative hand on Daniel's right thigh. He barely flinched. He was good at the whole poker face thing.

She then crossed her leg and slid the cast a crossed his leg, her cast touching the seat fabric between his legs. Daniel held in a shaky breath and gave her a stern look, clearly trying to convey that she'd picked a rather inopportune moment to distract him.

She wiggled her eyebrows at him as if to say that she'd chosen the perfect moment for him to stop looking at the young crippled thing and start paying attention to his mature and horny wife.

She folded her own hand, concentrating her energies on inching her devilish toes at the end of the cast ever closer to the rise in his pants. She knew the other players couldn't see it, but the muscle in his jaw was ticking.

Daniel nearly gasped as Selena found his cock with her toes.

Daniel just pushed his chips forward. “All in.”

Selena smiled and stroked him as the turn was dealt. She needed to get him to take a break from the game and she sincerely hoped that this would be his last hand, win or lose.

A nine of spades came on the turn.

The tempo of her strokes increased as the dealer tossed away a card.

The river. Seven of spades.

Selena pulled her cast away from him. Daniel's grin dimmed slightly and he fixed her with a wondering gaze as he gathered his winnings.

“I think we need a drink break after that.” Daniel didn't wait to hear everyone consent. He jumped up and got Selena’s crutches

Briskly, he walked with her following on her crutches toward the ladies' lounge.

“One minute,” he hissed under his breath.

“One minute for what my love” She said smilling

“You have one minute to prepare yourself before I join you in there.”

Selena grinned and gave him a quick peck on the lips. “No can do. I have company.” She smiled almost imperceptibly toward the young woman in the wheelchair who was now entering the bathroom.

Daniel started to protest, “Look, I don't care if ….”

“Go get our chips and cash 'em in,” she cut him off with a dazzling grin. “I'm going to need to make a quick getaway. And, if you behave, I'll reward you when we get home.”

Daniel opened his mouth to answer back, but thought twice and turned back to the bar without comment.

She exited the bathroom to find Daniel already waiting for her. His jaw was set and he was nearly bouncing on the balls of his feet.

She came close to him and said. “Did you say our goodbyes? Give our excuses? I kissed and licked your little friend in the bathroom”

The words were terse and his grin was hidden, but as the elevator doors dinged closed, Selena kissed him quiet. The ride was over too quickly. Daniel had seriously contemplated hitting the emergency stop.