Part 3

"So why don't you come into the bedroom and pick yourself something to sleep 
in?" Alex said in the end. I walked through behind her on my crutches and chose 
a plain white baggy T-shirt from what she offered me.

"Where do you want to sleep?" she asked. 

"There's either here or on the sofa but with your broken leg, you would be more 
comfortable on the bed. I've got a sleeping bag if you want it."

Clever Alex, putting the onus on me. Sensible me sat on my left shoulder yelling 
at me to take the sofa and the easy way out, adventurous me with the leg cast 
sat on the right telling me to take a chance and see what happened. No guessing 
who won.

"In here," I said nervously moving on my crutches.

"So if you want to use the bathroom you can do that and I can quickly do the 
washing-up. There's a towel and a spare toothbrush if you need them."

In the bathroom I rested the crutches on the wall and hop around on my good leg, 
stripped down to my panties (white, very lacy, very cute) and quickly washed my 
face and under my arms. 

I thought about washing between my legs, too. I was sure I must be very wet 
there with the way I'd been feeling for hours now, but then I decided not to 
bother. After all, I'd had a bath before leaving the house and the way I felt 
I'd just get as wet again in two minutes flat, so I put the T-shirt on, grabbed 
my crutches and went into the bedroom, and climbed under the covers to wait for 
Alex.

It was only a couple of minutes before she came in. She was still fully dressed 
but as she came through the door in one flowing movement she unzipped the 
trousers, tugged the waistband down, climbed out of them, and draped them neatly 
over the back of the chair.

"I always sleep in the nude," she said. "Does that bother you?"

"No," I answered, semi-truthfully. Partly it did, partly it excited me like 
hell.

"Do you want the light out?"

"No," I answered again, more truthfully this time. Excitement was definitely 
starting to win out over embarrassment and I wanted to see what I was getting 
into. So to speak. 

"No. I want to watch you."

I propped myself up on my elbows and watched her over my cast.

Over Alex's head and on to the chair, in another practiced movement, went the 
sweater, and there she was before me, a lovely curvaceous black-haired woman, in 
nothing but a black lacy bra and briefs. I felt lumps in my throat sitting on 
this bed with a full leg cast just like in one of your story Stephanie.

"Wow, you're gorgeous," I said.

"Do you think so?" she answered, and pirouetted.

"Oh yes, from head to toe." And she was. And she knew it. Glossy thick black 
hair, liquid brown eyes, a slightly aquiline nose, lips just made for kissing, 
firm chin, long neck, her breasts plump and promising inside her bra, a sweet 
belly with a long north-south navel, and a narrow waist flowing out into hips 
which curved perfectly into those long thighs of hers.

For one second I wished she was the one in the cast.

Her eyes didn't leave mine for an instant as she reached behind her back to 
unclasp the bra, which she let fall to the ground, and then in the twinkling of 
an eye she was out of her pants too and was standing before me without a stitch 
on her, luxuriating in the knowledge of her own beauty and the effect she must 
have known it was having on me, savouring the moment as I gaped with my mouth 
open and my breath catching at her luscious breasts glowing slightly where the 
light fell on them, at the shadows the light cast on her big brown nipples, at 
the perfection of her ass, at the neat triangle of hair between her legs.

"Still want to wear that T-shirt?" she asked softly staring at my cast.

I shook my head and climbed out of bed with her help, careful not to stand on my 
broken leg. I stood before her and put my arms up in the air. She bent forward, 
took it by the hem, and lifted it over my head to reveal my bare torso. I'm not 
exactly what you'd call generously endowed in the breast department, certainly 
nothing like she was, but I do have these very prominent nipples, which from 
what I'd seen I knew stuck out much more than the average. Anyway, Alex 
certainly seemed to like what she saw if her sharp intake of breath was anything 
to go by.

"Oh Dana," she whispered. "Lovely Dana. You're trembling, sweetie."

"Yes, I know. I can't help it trying to keep my balance on one leg."

"First time in a cast?"

"Does it show that much?"

"Sort of, yes and no, but don't let it worry you. You look very sexy while using 
your crutches. And it is very exciting, isn't it? For you, I mean?"

I couldn't speak. I just nodded.

"It is."

"OK."

"Now, let's get these off," she said, and hooked her thumbs into the waistband 
of my panties, rolled them down over my hips and down my broken leg. I leaned on 
her stepped out of them and there we were, me and Alex who had been one of my 
best cast sighting ever, and me who was so horny about the ideas of having sex 
while in this long leg cast. 

We hadn't even touched each other yet...

Her hands were soft and warm as they touched my shoulders and then slid around 
to meet behind my back. I felt the scent of her, warm and womanly, and then the 
feeling of her body against mine, the curves of her breasts as they met my own, 
the roundness and warmth of her belly, the smoothness of her flesh, the gentle 
abrasiveness of her leg as it rubbed against my casted leg.

"Please, Dana let me help you down on the bed and I will make you cummmm like 
nobody's ever made you cumm before!"

Even as she said these words, I lay, on my back, my broken leg hurting me from 
the trembling but Alex was kneeling over me, my breast in her mouth, her arm 
moving up and down between my thighs, her hand invisible as it went about its 
loving work. Even as I watched, her head moved downwards, lips tracing the curve 
of my stomach, hair brushing against my skin, until I felt her nose touch my 
pubics and then continue its journey. She stopped moving and inhaled deeply.

"Oh my God," she gasped. "You look so beautiful in that cast Dana dripping wet"

I felt her tongue travel the length of my pussy, right from my clitoris to its 
very back, stiff and erect, quivering against my slippery flesh.

"Mmm," she smacked her lips. "You taste fabulous"

Alex's expert fingers and mouth played over my sex, fluffing out and caressing 
my bush, teasing and tugging my clitoris, rubbing it till I felt it would burst, 
spreading my labia like the petals of a flower and penetrating deep inside me 
with her tongue, and lapping my flooding juices as my orgasm grew inside me and 
I ground myself against her face. 

Hands clamped on my broken leg and pushed up my cast on her shoulders, Alex 
lashed my tingling cunt furiously with her tongue, her nose grinding against my 
clitoris, pushing on my broken leg, feeling pain until I felt myself coming, 
coming, coming, the orgasm overwhelming me like an avalanche of ecstasy, washing 
over Alex, over me, over the whole world and then ebbing away in a series of 
long-drawn-out aftershocks into perfect tranquillity.

"That was quite a noise you made," she smiled from between my thighs, her 
face shiny with my fluids rubbing all over my cast.

"That was quite an experience," I answered weakly, extricating my hands from her 
hair, now damp and knotted from the grip I'd had it in. "I've never had an 
orgasm like that in my life."

Looking at her like that filled me with a sense of longing to do for her what 
she'd done for me. I slid the cast halfway off the bed.

"What are you doing, Dana?" she murmured.




Part 4 to come