Trying to please…

Part 3

When we got home I carefully help her out of the car and handed her the crutches. After positioning them under her arms she slowly walked up the driveway and up the steps to the front door. It was her first time on crutches and she was being very careful.

It was amazing to see Lindsay in a full leg cast and crutches.

She sat on the sofa and I put pillows under her broken leg.

“I’m so sorry Adam; this broken leg is going to be such a pain for me and for our plans” She said rubbing the cast with her fingers. First she survives a plane crash to only break her leg 2 days later.

Right now she hated the crutches even more than the cast.

Lindsay and I have been together for thirty years and married for twenty eight years.

We have one daughter gone to college. We have been very happy in marriage. We have both been faithful to each other.

Lindsay is five feet 11 inches tall with blond hair, incredible legs and firm breast

One of Lindsay little fetish is that we go shopping together when she needs to buy underwear. A sexy 34C firm chest. I choose the style and usually by the time we are done and back home we are both so horny that we make passionate love.

Strange fetish you think, well mine is even stranger.

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2 weeks after her car accident, I realised quite clearly that she did not share one of my sexual fantasy. One of my deepest secret that nobody knows is my attraction to ladies having to wear a leg cast and using crutches.

Lindsay fits that perfectly with her red cast. She was already back at work and wearing skirts and dresses that made her look so attractive while on crutches.

The way the cast followed the contour of her long leg made it look so beautiful.

The problem was that she was getting tired of the crutches and her broken leg forced her to stop so many activities that she loved to do. She also didn’t feel like an attractive woman while in this long and heavy cast.

After 2 weeks of nothing but kisses and “I love you” as we went out the door. I thought that it was time for more.

She came in on her crutches into the kitchen.

“How’s the leg Lindsay?”

“It’s ok I guess. I can’t believe I will be on crutches for close to a year. I almost don’t feel like a woman but some sort of attraction. People stare at me like I’m weird or something” She said leaning heavily on her crutches.

When she leaned like that while standing, I could see her breast compress between the crutches.

So hot…and such a turn on.

“You have no idea how sexy and cute you look right now Lindsay”

“Common look at me Adam, even you don’t touch me since I broke my leg. No sex nothing”

“I’m so… turned on Lindsay. I want to make love to you so bad! I want to feel your cast. You have no idea how I feel. I didn’t want to impose since I knew how you felt about the cast and crutches experience. The cast and crutches just increased my attraction to you. ” I felt my erection and turned around.

I had my back to my wife. I didn't want her to see my arousal. She came up to me on her crutches and put her arms around my waist. I could feel her tears touching the back of my neck and her cast rubbing against my leg.

“Adam? I love you so much, I am sorry I have let things slide in the sex department. I have just been so tired of moving on crutches all the time at work,” she paused for a moment,

“Adam please don't take this the wrong way but are you telling me that some of the emails you exchange and the sites that you go on are related to how you feel about ladies with broken leg?” She said moving sideways on her crutches.

“Lindsay, you don’t have to worry about any of this. I love you more than I did the first time we met. You are right I will spend less time on the internet. Some of the sites are stories with woman in leg cast living all kind of experiences and day to day events”

There she was standing on her crutches looking so desirable, sexy and beautiful. Teasing me to say more. She was in total control of the situation and we were both realizing it.

“Yes OK but I don’t feel sexy, I don’t feel like the cast or the crutches bring anything to my life except pain” She said while looking at her long red cast.

“Forget about it Lindsay, I know that sounds crazy”

There, case closed… That should teach me a lesson for being open minded about such a crazy sexual fetish

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The following week, we were watching a commercial about a new resort in Mexico, when Lindsay turned to me and asked,

“Would you want to go there?

I looked more closely at the resort and then at Lindsay and her broken leg.

Mexico? Well more precisely “Mandarin Oriental Riviera Maya”

“Why not Adam, it would be a good place to relax and rest my broken leg. What do you think” She said looking with her green eyes deep into my soul

“You never cared about resort before Lindsay…Didn’t you used to say that they were boring?” I replied.

“Sure I did but now with my crash, broken leg and crutches I could really use a holiday and so do you. Plus I could learn more about your secret fetish…” She smiled and asked me for help to get up after kissing me.

She stood up on her left leg, position the crutches under her arms and with a wink went up the stairs slowly. She was giving me a good look of her cast and her tight ass.

I was wondering what was going on when Lindsay came back down stairs on her crutches wearing a very brief bikini.

It was not really that small but not that large either. It covered what it was supposed to, but left a lot of flesh on show and total view of her broken leg. It fitted Lindsay perfectly and suited me fine.

All her curves were all show and the bikini top boasted her cleavage. She turned around showing me that the bottom of the swimsuit was a thong.

Lindsay has a nice rounded bottom and she also has a fairly flat stomach that is testament to her work at the gym. She also has nice legs, both legs equally attractive for different reasons right now.

The whole package in front of me was very nice indeed and the long red cast just accentuated the beauty. She was a dream come true standing in front of me dress like that and on crutches.

“Is this what you're going to wear in Mexico?”

“Yes it is, do you like it?”  She asked squeezing her crutches.

“You look stunning. I just want you to know what other men will think of you dressed in that swimsuit while on crutches. All my friends on the net Lindsay would die for their wife to look half has good has you look right now.”

“Well should I be worries that poor little men can’t stand a tall sexy woman in a leg cast wearing a swim suit? I have you to protect me and take care of me while I’m still injured and broken”

I was mesmerised, it was like Lindsay was realizing the effect that she was having on me while on crutches. She was in control and loving it more and more.

She crutched over to me, dropped her crutches and ….

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Trying to please…

Part 2

“Usually in my life anyway, every action has an equal and opposite reaction,” Lindsay said. “There's a price for everything.”

He smiled at her in such a devilish way.

“You're going to make my job very difficult,” he said

“I'm sorry, I feel like I should be thanking you” she said.

The tall black man laughed. A deep laughed.  “Bye for now Lindsay Ramos.”

He walked away from the Civic and Lindsay drove away slowly from the parking garage.

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He wrapped his solid arms around her shoulders and pulled her tightly against him. Lindsay closed her eyes and enjoyed the sensations, all her senses overloading with erotic stimulus.

Next thing she was horizontal floating across the room in her husbands hands. He laid her gently on their bed and began to undress her, kissing each inch of her skin as he exposed it.

She wanted more, for each second he teased she grew increasingly impatient. At the height of her lust he finally exposed her breasts.

Blowing gently against her earlobe she then heard the tall black man whispered,

“Lindsay Ramos, are you ready to let him take over your life?”

“What’s going on?” She asked while her husband didn’t realize a thing and kept licking her nipples while rubbing her long legs.

The black man was inside her head when he said. “It’s time for his fantasy Lindsay…You are a lucky wife since it involves you…Good luck Lindsay Ramos”

He disappeared from her mind when she came loud and hard with the best orgasm ever, her husband was smiling while rubbing her all over. He was so happy that she survived the crash.

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“This is NY PD; I'm calling for Mr. Adam Ramos”

“Yes speaking what can I do for you officer?”

“Sir, are you married to Lindsay Ramos?”

“Yes I am what’s going on?”

“Sir a Mrs. Ramos was in a car accident”

“Oh my god is Lindsay OK?”

“She was just taken to St-Michael emergency room with injuries resulting from the automobile collision”

That was so strange, one minute I was making love to my wife caressing her and the second minute I’m on the phone and Lindsay been in an accident.

I rushed out to my car and sped to the hospital. I had at least a 2 hour drive to get to St-Michael.

What was she doing in that part of the state? We don’t know anybody that lives there.

By the time I got there, they led me to a small private recovery room; she was sleeping heavily. She looked so beautiful and at peace.

Her right leg was in a temporary cast up to mid thigh and it was elevated from a sling mounted to her bed. I managed to sit in the chair by the bed when the doctor walked in.

“Hello Mr. Ramos”

“Hi Doctor, will she be ok?”

“Yes she was very lucky but she won’t be walking for quite sometime. She has a broken right ankle, broken tibia, broken fibula, dislocated knee and broken femur bone.”

“Wow” was all I could say. There was my wife with a totally shattered leg in pieces.

“It will be at least 38 to 40 weeks before she can walk again Mr. Ramos. Your wife will need a lot of help from you to adjust to her new situation”

“I understand. What’s next Dr.?”

“When she wakes up we will apply the first non weight bearing cast and she will be ready to start her new life on crutches full time”

That same night sitting at home I was dreaming while awake of Lindsay. It almost made me smile, and I got an instant arousal. Lindsay broken leg was propped up on a mountain of pillows. She had lowered her purple silk nightgown below her breasts and was using her hand to caress her nipples in an alternating pattern.

But her breasts only kept my attention for a moment, it was her long leg cast that grabbed my attention and held it. Her broken leg was spread as far as it could go and other leg was splayed open nearly ninety degrees. It was clear she was no longer wearing panties, but most of her private parts were covered by her right hand. Her hand was moving furiously, pumping two fingers inside of herself while her thumb rubbed circles around her engorged clit.

I had never seen her masturbating and I was instantly aroused by it. She began to moan again, but her eyes were still closed so I knew that she hadn't seen me. I was so turned on that I didn't care if she caught me when I came all over my hands thinking how happy I will be to help her around while she will be in a leg cast and using crutches.

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The next day she was so happy to see me. With my help she sat in the wheelchair and for the first time I had a good chance to look at her red fiber cast that was slightly bent at the knee. Her sexy long right leg covered by this red cast.

She managed to slide inside the taxi and I sat in the back with her. I could tell that her broken leg was really sore. Her cast was in my lap, trying to keep the taxi from jostling her.

Feeling her broken leg on my lap made me aware how turned on I was. Her long strong leg, the one not in a cast and left exposed by the purple shorts that she wore, brushed against my leg also.

My arm wrapped firmly around her waist, one hand supporting her broken leg.

She smiled at me.

“What?” I said

“Oh nothing, I’m just happy you are here with me in times of needs” She said smiling at me again. Almost like teasing me.

So much mixed emotion right now. I was so sorry that she was in pain but at the same time she looked so sexy and beautiful in that cast.

Part 3 to come

“A different type of cast lover”

Conclusion

She felt his hard cast against her leg and it was so special.  She had such an increased in sensitivity that she could virtualizes in her mind the cast covering his leg.

“Oh my, you are quite the man.”

Turning her to the door, he used his master key to open it and said,

“Thank you for the lovely evening, you have no idea as to how long it has been. May I kiss you good night?”

“I think I’d like that Steve.”

Steve held her chin and brought his face to hers and their lips met. The tenderness of her lips against his was wonderful and exciting. Holding her close to him, her breast pressed into his chest, the kiss continued longer than he thought possible.

Breaking the kiss, Melanie said, “Would you like to come in for a while?”

“Yes, Yes, I’d like that a lot.”

Closing the door behind him they moved to the bed right away.

Sitting next to Melanie on the bed, Steve dropped his crutches on the floor, reached out and put his arm around her and moved her to him so he could kiss her again.

Steve’s hand was on Melanie’s shoulder and he slid the strap down her arm. The back of his palm slightly touching the top of her breast. She inhales deeply and raises her hand to cover his and places it on her bra covered breast, as she continues to kiss him deeply.

“Steve, make love to me”

They removed their clothing. Melanie left her panties on and Steve also left his briefs on.

Steve kissed her again and again and slowly worked his way down her to her neck and nibbled at the flesh. He slid further down and placed his lips on her breast and kissed it all over, ignoring the nipple until the very last. When he took her nipple in his mouth, her hands pushed his head onto her.

“Oh God Steve, that feels so good, suck my nipples, bite them.”

Steve did, like an animal, he attacked her breast and she loved every second of it. He kissed and bit and she shoved her breast into his mouth for more.

Reaching down, Melanie wanted to feel his hard cock in her hand. She slid her hand over his briefs and felt the outline of his hardened meat.

Her hand then found itself wrapping its fingers around his dick. Her hand moving up and down, jerking his cock to even more hardness while she crawled over his broken leg and felt the hard cast between her legs.

She felt the soft ripples of her slick pussy rubbing against the hard surface of his cast and her hips were shoving it harder and harder.

“Oh my God Steve, Oh shit, I’m going to cum all over your broken leg. Oh God yes!”

Melanie’s body convulsed in what was her largest and best orgasm ever.

Her body twisted and turned, her head was swimming in delight and she knew there was a gigantic grin on her face.

“Yes, Yes, fill me with your cock Steve, I want all of you in me”

Steve buried his cock completely in Melanie’s pussy, causing her to grunt and inhale

deeply.

“Oh shit, that feels so good. Make love to me Steve, please fuck me with that hard cock.”

He needed no further encouragement as he worked his cock in and out of her. Slowly at first, but then with quicker strokes. Both of them sweating profusely

and loving every second of being loved by each other.

Kissing her, his tongue found hers and as their bodies slammed into one another,

their tongues intertwining, his hands cupping her breasts, teasing the nipples. His cock was about ready to explode, but he wanted her to cum with him.

“Cum with me honey, cum hard on my cock while I fill your pussy with my cum,” he said.

He felt his climax start and wind its way up his shaft and spray her pussy with his fluids and she felt his cock expand and his warm cum spraying inside of her. This is all she needed to achieve her own orgasm as those fantastic tingles overtook her body.

He remained inside of her as he laid on her, trying to return to a regular breathing pattern. She didn’t mind his weight on her; it felt good to be in the arms of a man and to enjoy such sexual bliss while at the same time exploring his long leg cast at ease.

As his cock softened, he rolled to her side and pulled her to him and found her

lips once again and kissed her softly.

“Thank you Melanie.”

“No Steve, its me that should say thank you. This was amazing.”

“You were on my mind all day. After I heard your lovely voice and saw you limping around town, I couldn’t get it out of my head and then when you came in to get a room, I was thrilled.” He said.

She wasn’t sure if she should tell him how she felt about his broken leg but decided not too.

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Right at 9AM, the phone rang; it was Sylvia, so she got up, showered and dressed. Sylvia came out of the elevator and walked towards Melanie, and she noticed something different about her. Normally, she looked tired first thing in the morning, but today she was smiling and had a glow about her.

Looks as if a night in this mountain air has done you a lot of good, you look radiant this morning,” Sylvia said.

Melanie felt a blush come over her, but she looked towards her friend and said,

“Yes I do feel so much different this morning. Please lead your poor blind and broken friend to breakfast, I’m starving”

The end

“A different type of cast lover”

Part 4

Sylvia looked up from the table and noticed a nice man, about forty-five years old, nicely dressed in a suit where the left pant was sliced to allow his long cast.

“Hello” came from a strong male voice.

“Hello, my name is Melanie and this is my friend Sylvia.”

“I’m Steve”

“What happened to your leg Steve” Sylvia ask

“I had a motorcycle accident 2 weeks ago. I broke the tibia and fibula of my left leg” He said still standing while resting his weight on the crutches. Melanie’s mind was going so fast trying to imagine the man standing in front of her on crutches with a full leg cast on.

“We are here just admiring the quaint village, do you live around here?” Melanie asked.

“Yes, yes I do. I own and operate our little hotel and was on my way to work until I heard that lovely voice call to me.”

Melanie then said, “Steve, it seems that we have something in common, I broke my ankle but I’m also blind”

“I’m sorry to hear that, but I have to admit that I was watching you limp around the stores and you seem to be handling both quiet nicely. You’ll have to pardon me; I am running late and must hurry since I’m still fairly slow on my crutches.”

Melanie said, “Nice meeting you Steve.”

“Nice meeting the both of you.” He said as he continued on his way with his left cast floating off the street. His leg was in a full cast almost straight out.

Getting in the car, Sylvia placed the key in the ignition and the engine roared to life, but died just as quickly. Again Sylvia turned the key and there was nothing.

“What’s wrong Sylvia?”

“I don’t know, it was working fine on the way here.

Sylvia tried several more times unsuccessfully to get the car going. “I’m going to have to find a mechanic and see if he can get this car running, do you mind staying here, or do you want to come with me?”

“I’ll just stay here and wait on you, if you don’t mind. My broken ankle is really sore”

“That’s okay honey, I promise to be quick as possible.” With that, Sylvia left Melanie in the car and went looking for a mechanic.

Shortly Melanie heard the sound of a small truck pulling up in front of the car and then heard her friend. “I’m back, they will tow the car and we might have to stay in town tonight.”

She was dreaming of spending some time with Steve since she was planning on spending the night in his hotel.

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Jake, the mechanic helped the ladies into his pick-up, along with all their

shopping bags and drove them to the hotel. Arriving at the hotel, Jake said,

“I’ll have to tow your car to the shop, so I’ll need the keys to it.”

Sylvia gave him the keys and helped Melanie up the stairs, in to the hotel. Steve was at the desk and heard the tapping of Melanie’s cane with the thump of her walking cast on the hard wood floor.

“Hello again, Melanie and Sylvia”

A smile quickly came to Melanie’s face

“Hi Steve, our car broke down and we’ll have to stay the night, if you have a room available?”

“I do have some rooms. Problem is, they are single bed rooms. One on the third floor and one here on the first floor.” Steve said.

Sylvia said, “Okay, I’ll go to the third floor and Melanie can take the one on the first floor.”

Steve grabbed his crutches and asked if he could take the liberty of escorting Melanie and when Sylvia saw the smile on Melanie’s face, she couldn’t refuse.

Arriving at her room, he stopped and turned to his right and put the key in and

opened the door. She guided herself with her stick. He was amaze how beautiful she was and how mobile she was with a broken ankle and being blind.

The fresh scent of a newly cleaned room and roses. Roses? She moved around the room until the scent of the flowers were strongest and felt for the vase.

“That is such a nice touch, Steve.” She said smelling the roses

“I thought so. Now I’ll let you get yourself comfortable,” and he turned and left leaving the key in her hand.

She found the bed in the center of the room and sat on it. It was indeed comfortable. Removing her sundress, she just leaned back and fell on the bed and languished in it’s comfort.

Melanie heard the ringing of a phone and rolled over to where the sound was coming from and searched for the phone, thinking it was her Sylvia calling to check on her. Lifting the phone she said,

“Sylvia, I’m fine…”

“I’m sorry Melanie it’s Steve, I wanted to ask if you’d like to accompany me to supper, I get off in about thirty minutes and do hate to eat alone.”

“Yes, I’d love to have supper with you.”

“Good, I’ll come by in say thirty minutes for you?”

“That will be fine, I’ll be ready.”

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They made such a cute couple while Melanie walked down the hall to the sound of both her cane tapping the floor and the rubber heels of her cast on the floor. He kept looking at her while being careful not to fall on his own crutches.

 The café was just around the corner from the hotel and Steve had walked there on many occasions. Entering, they were met by Mrs. Jackson, the owner’s wife and escorted to a table.

Mrs. Jackson seated both of them and then said,

“Steve, it’s so nice to see you in the company of such a pretty young lady.”

Melanie blushed.

Shortly thereafter, the drinks arrived and then the meal. The meal was very tasty and both enjoyed it, along with two more martini’s each.

Steve told her how he had come to this village and why he had stayed, and asked

if she visited often and that he would like to see her again. Melanie told him that

she comes up when her mother wants to spend a lazy day together and that it was

only the second time she had been to the village.

After the meal, Steve reposition his crutches and walked her back to the hotel and as they neared her door he stopped and while leaning on his crutches.

“You are very beautiful Melanie and I’m amaze how easily you move around with this huge plaster cast on your foot and your cane” he said.

“You a very sexy Melanie, do you realize that?”

“No, I haven’t, but it is nice to hear you say it.”

“Now, it’s my turn to see how handsome you are,” she said as her fingers traveled along his rugged lines and contours. She felt his …..

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“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,