"Damned elevator!" He muttered to himself, for he was the only one in the hallway. A glance at his watch showed eleven, he had been waiting over fifteen minutes. He pushed the UP button again several times. He did not want to walk UP fourteen flights of stairs, but he might have to or risk loosing his money. $900.00 for one special evening He saw the ad 2 weeks ago. "Any and all fantasies" His only consolation was that he would be with her in a few minutes and she was going to be his fantasy. Two nights later he called. He had tried not to sound too excited on the phone but his phone and body was telling the truth. He wanted this tall woman with shoulder length hair of golden blonde, her pale skin the color of fine china, light blue eyes like and red lips begging for a kiss, she had that truly erotic beauty which made you catch your breath in disbelief but that wasn't enough. He wanted her to be wearing an evening gown that clung to every sensuous curve and long cast to cover her right leg. For years he fantasized about being with a lovely angel on crutches with a leg cast. She accepted under one condition. She was going to be the one stetting up the scene and it was going to be a surprise There was a ping and the elevator door opened. He got his arm into it before it closed. He noticed it was occupied as he entered. "Damned thing takes forever," he said. "I wouldn't want to miss it when it does show up." He realized who was there. Her! The door closed and the elevator started up. He could not believe that she was there on crutches with her right leg in a white plaster cast. Quick he thought, does she realize that he's her next customer?. "Terrible weather the last few days," he said while staring at her cast. It looked so good on her long leg. She glanced his way and considered him but kept her cast inched from the floor and look straight ahead while moving her toes. "Terrible weather," he said again staring at her toes. She was ignoring him for now since she knew he was more interested in the crutches and the cast for the moment. She could sense his attraction already. This one was going to be easy to please. Smiling slightly, she leaned back and let her long coat open to show him what was underneath. "Yes," she said, wetting her lips with a bright pink tongue. "Terrible weather we have been having. I slip yesterday coming out of the building and broke my fibula and tibia" That gave me a chance to stare at her casted leg. "I will be in vearious cast for 12 weeks and on crutches for most of that time" In a 4 inch high heel, her long perfect left leg was encased in silk stocking that clung like a second skin. The plaster cast covering looked perfet. It covered her leg from the base of her foot to way way high up her tight. The corset she wore above that, laced up the front, pulling her waist tight and thrusting her breasts forward. Just a hint of nipple showed. Except for the string of perfect pearls around her neck, she was clothed all in red. What a nice contrast with the plaster He let out a small gasp. "What I really need is to get used to my crutches," she said softly. "It's the first time for me on crutches" She said showing off her cast forward. Suddenly there was a lurch and the elevator stopped. "What the hell," he exclaimed. The overhead light flickered and went out, leaving them in darkness. That lasted only a moment before a weak red emergency light kicked in. "I think perhaps, that the elevator has broken down," she said, resting her cast on top of her left foot and moving slightly on her crutches to get comfortable. For several minutes they stood there in silence, each hoping the elevator would somehow fix itself. But she knew better. It cost her $50.00 to have it stopped. "Try the telephone," she said. He opened the small door below the panel. Pulling out the receiver he laughed and held it up for her to see. Five inches or so down the cord was cut. Some vandal had been there before them. Shaking his head, he put it back and closed the door. "What of the doorman?" she asked. "He's gone by now," he looked at his watch. "And the morning doorman doesn't get in until five." The man had thoughts of luck too, but of a different kind. If he had to get stuck in an elevator, who better than a beautiful woman in a cast, on crutches and wearing lingerie. Remembering her brief exposure, he smiled. Though her coat was closed, from where he sat he could see quite a bit of her broken leg. "Some outfit you're wearing," he said "If we are to be stuck here," she smiled, looking into his eyes. "Then we will need something to occupy our time." Part 2 to come She let her coat part again. Under the weak red glow, she seemed more fantasy than real. With a long fingered hand, she traced the laces on her corset's front. Down, down, down she went until coming to the top of her panties. He sat there watching, the cast looked so real, he was so hard .She dropped one of her crutches and a soft moan escaped her throat as she gently rubbed, pressing the sheer fabric into her slit with one finger. She stroked herself slowly through the material. After a moment she moved her cast and moaned biting her lips. "Can you help me, please. I've been standing for too long and my leg I really sore" she said. He helped her down. Sliding slowly her long cast down. He crawled over to her cast and put his coat under the foot. When he was close, she hooked her left leg leg over his shoulder. The silk stocking had a slick sensuous feel on his bare flesh. He put his hand on top of cast, rubbing the plaster was getting him so excited. He wanted her mad with desire. She pulled his mouth closer intent on her own delight. Taking her leg from his shoulder, he moved closer, he paused and pulled the top of her corset down. Her breasts were firm and warm under his hands, the nipples like two small cherries. Taking one between his lips, he licked it with his tongue, bringing it to a throbbing hardness. He did the same with the other. As he played with her breasts, she undid his belt while rubbing her cast on him. Feeling her warm hands and the hard surface of her plaster cast touching his flesh made him moan. He pressed closer savoring both pleasures. Leaving her breast, he locked his mouth to hers. Their tongues darted back and forth. Now it was her turn to tease. She rubbed the tip of his shaft between her lips, moistening it with her juices. Holding her hand firmly around his cock, she prevented him from going deeper than the head. Soon he was as excited as her. That had been her intention. Removing her restraining hand, she let him thrust. He easily penetrated several inches on the first thrust. Pulling back, he thrust again going deeper. He feed her short strokes until he was gliding in and out of her freely. Soon he could feel himself sink into her. He would pause then and grab her cast. He wanted the cast to be real but he knew she did it for him. He was a customer and she was a supplier. She was a very sexy woman. She released her good leg. In this position she was able to plunge herself up and down with all the force of her body. The man was sure that he had never have sex this good again. It wasn't just that her cunt was moist, tight and incredibly hot, and it wasn't that she milked him with talented muscles, though both were true. It was something else. It was the way she let herself completely go even with the cast on. She teased, with the cast, touching, rubbing. There was something primal about the way you make love to a woman in a full leg cast. She acted as if this would be his last time with a woman and meant it to be the best he had ever had. She could feel his peak approaching and she matched him stroke for stroke, move for move. Part of that burning hunger from not being able to move her leg in the long plaster cast was starting to turn her on . At this point he his so hard when he gently slide on top of her careful not to hit her casted leg. He begin to kiss her deeply and then slowly move the kisses down her neck to her breasts. All the while she is stroking his dick. As I work back up her neck she takes my cock and shoves it into her pussy. She screams as he brings her to climax. Suddenly the overhead light flickered on and the elevator started moving. "That was good," he said to her while helping her up on her crutches. She comes out on her crutches, her broken leg leading the way. "Will I see you again?" he asked. She smiled. He did not know how how much she enjoyed her little casting experience. She loved to wiggle her toes at the end of the cast and she could not wait to be in her apartment where she would undress and rub her bare right foot up against the cast. "Yes, we will meet again," she said as she walked away on her crutches. She turned around resting her cast on top of her good foot "And be sure, on that night we will not be interrupted." The end..