A Blast Of The Past 
 
As I entered the house from the garage I did a double take wondering if I had walked into the 
wrong house. A familiar looking girl was sitting at the kitchen table with her left leg resting on 
a chair beside her. The girl had her hair pulled back into a ponytail. She was wearing what 
appeared to be a plaid schoolgirl jumper with a white blouse underneath. Her left leg was 
encased in a white plaster cast that seem to be covering her leg completely. 
 
"Oh god Brigitte what happened to you" I said looking at her broken leg. 
 
"I'm fine dear. Just had a little accident today at work. If you want to sit with me while I finish 
this work, feel free to," she says. 
 
Not knowing what else to do, I reply, "OK," then take a seat at the table across from her. 
 
The crutches were just inches from the beautiful cast. I love to look at crutches. Slim and yet 
so useful… 
 
As I closed the door behind me, she turned to look at me. Her face was made-up just like a 
teenager but not like any teenager, like Kimberley Ann. The red on the cheeks and green eye 
shadow were a little too heavy. Her lips were coated in a cherry red gloss.  
 
Looking through the make-up it suddenly occurred to me why she looked familiar. I didn't 
know my wife when she was a teenager and had never seen her dressed like this before but 
she looked exactly like Kimberley Ann when she broke her leg in High school. 
 
This is too scary, felt like a twilight zone episode.  
 
You see Kimberley Ann was my high school sweetheart. She broke her leg water skiing and 
she was in a plaster cast for 3 months. 
 
Why was my wife in a cast? Did she really break her leg? Why was she dress like that? Did she 
see pictures on my computer of Kimberley in her cast and she's now pissed at me? 
 
All I could do was stand there and stare. 
 
"I'm going to get a beer, would you like one?" she asks.  
 
Still recovering from the shock of seeing her dressed like this in this sexy looking plaster cast, 
another "OK," is all I can manage. 
 
As she gets out of her chair she slid the cast off the chair and without putting any weight on 
the cast she grabbed her crutches and walks to the fridge, my eyes follow her every move. 
She looked like an expert on the crutches, she looked exactly like Kimberley Ann. 
 
"I guess that you are enjoying the view," she said pulling me out of my  
trance.  
 
"It's not nice to stare at injured ladies."  
 
"I'm sorry, I just can't get over how you are dressed and how beautiful  
you look in that cast but what happened to your leg," I reply. 
 
"Thanks for the compliment, if you let me finish my work, maybe I can show you just how 
much I appreciate it. Why don't you help me with the beers, it's difficult on crutches and the 
doctor told me not to put any weight on my broken leg. Go get a shower. By the time you are 
done, I should be done my work,"  
she says. 
 
As I walk toward the stairs to our bedroom, I turn my head to look at my wife once again. As I 
pause to stare at her one more time, looking at her long cast I wonder to myself how she 
knew her surprise would be something I would be thrilled with. I also think just how lucky I 
am to have such a beautiful and  
Playful wife but what if she really broke her leg? 
 
After my shower I dress in jeans and a button down shirt and head down the stairs, wondering 
what other surprises my wife may have in store for me  
tonight. Wanting to be able to get another good look at her, I come down  
the stairs as quietly as possible. Turning the corner I see her standing on her crutches, her 
cast in front of her inches from the floor facing away from me. I move towards her slowly and 
quietly. 
 
As I get close to her I smell her perfume. Slowly I surround her waist with my arms and 
snuggle against her back. My lips move to the back of her neck, gently kissing the spots that 
her ponytail has exposed. My kisses trail toward her ear and when they arrive there settle on 
her ear lobe. My tongue splits my lips open and moves into her ear. As the tip scrapes the 
inside of her ear, she moans and pushes back against me. Her cast was rubbing on my leg and 
I loved it.  
 
Taking her moan as a signal that she is enjoying this, I start to move my hands from around 
her waist toward her breasts.  
 
"You need to slow down a little, I've been trough a lot for you today mister," she says.  
 
"Let's go sit on the couch and maybe you can get a pillow for my broken leg." 
 
Willing to play along at this point, I run to the bedroom to get a pillow. I take her cast and lay 
it down on the pillow. I sit on the couch next to her.  
 
Surprising me once again, she is leaning into me, her lips cover mine. I feel her lips part and 
then the tip of her tongue traces my lips. In response I open my lips. Before my tongue can 
get free, hers enters my mouth and starts to swirlinside. As our tongues battle with each other 
I put my hand all over her cast. I love the feel of the plaster on my fingers. 
 
 
Part 2 to come