A woman's dream

Day 1:
For the most part, Stephanie was satisfied with her body. She wasn't too skinny or too 
fat, she had pretty nice breast that didn't sag, and her ass was firm. No she'd have been 
really content with her looks if she could only get a cast on her leg. 

She met Julie on the net and voila her dream was going to be reality.  She booked a week 
in a very high-end resort but the day before leaving for the resort, Julie was going to 
apply a cast on her leg. 
She told her to sit on the bed and remove her shorts. She slid up her left leg all the way to 
her hip stockinet. She then began to wrap the cast around her foot and ankle, and then 
began to work upwards. The sensations of Julie's hands applying the cast were turning 
her on so much.
"This will look so good on you Stephanie"
 "It sure feels good"
She kept going from below the knee to mid thigh, then back to her calf before working 
back to mid thigh. Feeling the cast on her upper thigh, this was having a serious effect on 
her. Her casted leg was almost straight with a small angle at the knee. When she saw her 
leg in a cast, smooth and white and it looked so real, she grabbed Julie by the shoulders 
and kissed her.
"Thank you so much Julie"
"Eh just have a great time love at the resort…" 

Day 2:
Looking all around the resort she had to admit that maybe it was expensive but it sure 
looked good.  Her casted leg looked so good resting on the overstuffed chair. No one 
would ever be able to detect that her leg wasn't really broken. She'd already gotten 
several sympatic comments from the staff about her poor leg.
She sipped her drink, adjusted her leg using both hands, unaccustomed to the weight of 
the cast, and then took another look at the crowd. 
She'd done well with her wardrobe selections, she felt. A burgundy sweater that hugged 
her breast but didn't strain, jeans with one leg cut off just above the cast. She wanted to 
show off her cast to everybody.
When she was just beginning to feel her drink she spotted him walking in her direction. 
Stephanie could not believe that she had been in her cast for only hours and here was a 
beauty coming her way.
"Hello"
The masculine voice brought her back to reality and she landed back in her chair with her 
broken leg.
"I'm Michel," he said, walking around her wing chair until he stood beside the chair 
where my cast was resting comfortably.
Despite the dryness of her mouth, she managed, "Stephanie Robinson"
"What happened?" he asked, nodding to her leg.
"Motorcycle accident"
"Damn, that's a shame. I hope it isn't too bad."
"I'll recover," she said, wincing has she moves her cast.
He looked around for a moment, then back at her.
"No free chairs. Mind if I share?" he indicated the chair where her cast was laying.
"No. Of course not" She lifted her cast, shifting it to the side to give him room.
"What do you do?" he said, as he sat right beside her cast.
"School teacher" she said, finally, turning her attention back to Michel after noticing that 
his leg was touching her cast
"No kidding. I don't know if I would have the patience"
"I love it, it's a huge part of my life"
"What do you do?"
"Accountant" he said.
"How long are you here for Stephanie?"
"Six day's, five nights"
"So what are you going to do for the rest of your stay while in a cast and using 
crutches?…Have wild sex with a perfect stranger?" 
He laughed, but she didn't because his hand was on her leg. Well not exactly on her leg, 
but on her cast and even though she couldn't feel it, she loved it so much. Oh my god I 
love this cast already so much.
Her gazed snapped back to him and she felt a blush start at her chest and move up. 
"Sorry I was distracted, momentarily"
"Did I hurt you when I touched your broken leg?" he said removing his hand, causing her 
great disappointment.
"No, not at all. But it still feels funny, you know to be trapped in a cast"
"You have dinner yet?"
"No"
"Want to?"
"Sure"
"Great tell you what. You wait here while I get a table. I'll come back for you, Okay?"
"Uh, sure"
Running a hand though her hair, freshening up her lipstick. She started to get up, but 
realized quickly that she had to think this through. First the leg in the cast had to come 
down from the chair. God it weighed a ton. Worth it, though. It looked absolutely 
genuine. She had waited so long for exactly what was going on right now.
She reached for her crutches careful not to bang her broken leg or put any weight on her 
cast she decided to put all thoughts of the real world away for the duration of her holiday.
He rounded the corner, and there she was standing on next to the chair. Leaning on her 
crutches with her cast inches above the floor. Poor woman. Bad luck but she looked so 
good with that big white cast covering her leg, helpless and …she didn't seem too 
devastated by the turn of events. Good for her.
"I was going to help you," he said
"No need. At least at the moment. How did it go at the restaurant?"
"Our table is waiting"