Part 3



He had only been watching for five minutes when he heard Sydney scream. He 
rushed to the bathroom.

"Sydney! Are you all right?" He called through the door.

"Ohhh." Was all she could say laughing so hard.

"I'm coming in." He said and opened the door. 

He couldn't see anything, the shower curtain was pulled. He called her name and 
she just laughed out loud. He peeked around the curtain to see Sydney lying in 
the tub with her broken leg up in the air. 

He tried to ignore her nudity and ... concentrate on her beautiful long cast. 
      
He couldn't help but see her soft light pubic hair and her wonderful round, pink 
nippled breasts. He only studied them for a second.

"Sydney, honey, what happened?" He asked grabbing a towel and laying in over 
her. 

He turned off the shower and knelt beside her.

"Oh Michael, I just slipped and fell with this cast. I'm fine, I just feel so 
stupid" She said rubbing back and forth the top portion of the cast.

He put his arms under her, her wet skin was smooth. He asked her if he should 
lift her, she shook her head yes. He picked her up as gently as he could. He 
carried her to her bed and laid her down. He got another towel and laid on the 
bed and shifted her on top of it. He dried her body trying not to get too 
personal, how could he keep from it? 

When he had done all he could without touching her private parts he left her to 
dry the rest. He got her robe and laid it at the foot of the bed.

"I'll be just outside ok? And when you get dressed call me." He told her.

It wasn't long before she came crutching out. What else could happen to this 
girl? Her hair was nasty. She hadn't gotten far enough to get it shampooed. 

Michael disappeared into the kitchen and was back at her side quickly. He picked 
her up and laid her on a towel he had laid next to the sink with her broken leg 
on a pillow. He placed her where here hair would drift into the sink. He wrapped 
the towel around her neck. He left her there and returned with her shampoo. He 
turned the water on and tested it until it got just right. He took the spray 
nozzle and began wetting her hair. She looked up at him and smiled and relaxed 
to let him indulge her. 

He was working the shampoo suds through her hair gently. She closed her eyes and 
drifted away. He rinsed her hair and started all over. He shampooed and rinsed 
her hair three times and started on the fourth.

"Michael, I think that might be good. I do want to have some hair left when 
you're through." She said smiling and giggling.

"Oh sorry Sydney, I guess I just got caught up in washing your hair" He was 
still running his fingers through it. 

"Thank you, I'm glad you like it." She said.

He wrapped her hair in a towel and sat her up on the counter, her good leg 
dangling off the side and her cast  resting on the other stool. 

"You want to watch a movie?" He asked.

"I don't know what movies do you have?" She asked.

He carried her to the couch and sat her down. He went to his DVD rack, picked up 
Don't Say A word and put it in the player. Before long he had slid to the end of 
the couch and had pulled her cast down on a pillow in his lap. 

She settled in to enjoy the show and loved the way he was so careful with her 
broken leg. 

The light from the kitchen and the light from the TV were the only lights on. He 
touched her cast and fondled her toes just inside her cast. He caressed softly 
her toes and began to rub them gently. 

She sighed a sigh of relief. 

Michael Douglas was just about to give a sponge bath. You can feel the erotic 
tension while he rubs her leg. They were kissing in the movie when Sydney 
realised that his hand was crawling up her cast.

"Oops, I forgot this part." She said.

Michael hadn't watched the movie himself in a long time, but that was is 
favourite scene and now having Sydney in this sexy cast beside him was just too 
much to handle at this point. He fast forwarded through the sensual scenes

"Thank you." She said patting him on his knee. "I'm not a prude but it's kind of 
uncomfortable feeling the way I feel while watching that with someone I really 
don't know. A man I really don't know whose house I am sleeping in. A man I 
really don't know whose house I am sleeping in who is being a perfectly 
wonderful gentleman."

"No problem, do you want me to turn it off? We could watch something else." He 
offered.

"No I don't think there is anything else to worry about. You probably think I'm 
silly reacting like this." She said.

"Actually, I think you are being sweet and very precious." He said, squeezing 
her shoulder warmly.

They finished the movie. Sydney wasn't the least bit sleepy. She had been so 
drugged and had gotten lots of rest. She wanted to lay in his lap and talk while 
her cast was on a think pillow. He wouldn't have moved for the world. They made 
small talk and laughed and joked for hours. Michael was rubbing her shoulders 
and back the whole time. 

Michael looked down her soft alabaster neck; her robe was coming open. The inner 
edges of her round firm breasts were exposed, She moved her broken leg and the 
weight of the cast pulling the robe further off giving him a good look at it. 

Her nipples were totally covered, this was no more than looking at her in a 
bikini but it was exciting him greatly. She was so pristine, so beautiful and 
yet in a way a bit helpless with this long cast covering her leg. 

The idea of her leg will be depending on the cast so much for the next few 
months was messing up with his head like no woman had ever done before, and she 
wasn't doing anything. He studied her cast and loved the way it followed the 
contour of her otherwise strong leg

Suddenly she startled awake and pulled her robe closed. She leaned her head back 
and looked up at him. 

"Sorry about that, was it a good show?" She asked, sighing a sleepy laugh.

"No, nothing to go crazy over. Maybe if you untied it, it would fall open 
further." He joked...well maybe not so much of a joke.

"Umm." She moaned turning to look at him her sleepy eyes barely open. "I'm going 
to bed, ok?"

"Sure honey, whatever you want." He replied.

He helped her to her up and gave her the crutches. When she turned on her good 
leg to make her way on her crutches to her room he took hold of her shoulders 
and began to massage them gently. 

She died in her tracks, resting her cast on top of his foot while rubbing her 
cast on his leg was driving him crazy. He slipped his hands inside the robe 
and gently worked on her naked skin. She squeezed her crutches so hard. She was 
loving this treatment in more than one way.


Part 4 to come