Part 4
Day 3
A knock on her door startled her, and she almost spilled her coffee. It was probably the 
maid, but Stephanie wanted her to some back later. She was still re-living last night 
events.
"Hold on" she said as she maneuvered herself into a standing position with her cast ahead 
of her and the crutches in place. She wanted to live the experience of being on crutches 
24 hours a day, she wasn't going to walk on the cast at all. 
"I'm coming"
She got to the door and after a slight fumble, got it open. Only it wasn't the maid. It was 
Michel
"hey" he said
"Good morning"
"I just wanted to than you again for last the last few day's and tell you that I made 
reservation for tonight"
She was glad she had the crutches under her pits or she would have crumbled to the floor. 
She was so happy.
"But if you have other plans…"
"No!" she said. "I'd like that."
"Okay" He leaned forward, then stopped. Leaned forward in again and this time, he 
kissed her. Just warm, soft lips. Nice.
"Bye"
She shut the door, and leaned her head against the cool wood door.
Later that afternoon when he got back to his room he got right into the shower. In his 
thoughts he pictured Stephanie naked and waiting. His cock thickened. What was he 
going to do. Lay her on her side and enter her from the back. No they'd kind of done that. 
He needed something more spectacular. Ah lifting her onto the wet bar, resting her 
broken leg on the back of a chair, spreading her open.
What if he was attracted to Stephanie because she was in a cast? The idea helped him 
masturbate even more. She does look very sexy using those crutches, so smooth and 
helpless. Did he have a cast fetish? Was he actually turned on by Stephanie's broken leg? 
There had been woman's in his life who'd had a cast. How can I be so sexually excited 
thinking about this, when poor Stephanie was probably in so much pain when she 
actually broke her leg. I can imagine the pain when they re-align the bones. 
While stroking his penis he could not stop thinking about Stephanie's comments when 
she said "My fantasy starts with my friend Julie and this beautiful cast. She was very 
beautiful.
Stephanie turned off the water in the shower, and grabbed a towel from the rack. She 
wrapped her hair, then used another one to dry herself with. A few moments later, shee 
stood on her good leg in front of the foggy mirror, debating her wardrobe.
She'd brought one skirt with her, and tonight might just be the perfect time to wear it. It 
was a lot easier to get naked wearing the skirt, she smile. But would it make her seem 
easy?
She laughed. Right. As is she'd been playing hard to get. The skirt it was. On top, she'd 
wear her silk blouse and her demi-bra. She shifted to her left, grabbing the sink for 
support. What a lovely sigh…this cast experience is turning out to be better then she had 
ever dreamed. She felt more graceful than ever even using crutches. She knew exactly 
how to use the cast and crutches to better herself.
She used both hands to balance against the sink, then sat down. She lifted her good leg 
and hooked a lovely 2 inch stiletto heel on her good foot. She then focused all of her 
energy to get ready for her hot date while she put on her makeup and skirt. She had an 
hour and half till dinner, and she wanted to relax.
"Wow, you look great" he said, then stepping back and letting her in.
Michel had ordered dinner, she saw. She could see the roses. 
"Here" he said, putting the wine down on the counter. "Take a seat.  I'll get your 
crutches"
She obeyed, grateful to sit in the comfy dining chair since walking on stiletto heel while 
on crutches was an experience and breaking her good ankle was not in the plans. He 
grabbed her crutches and put them against the wall by the wet bar.
"Let me put this chair under your broken leg with these pillows" He slowly lifted her 
cast.
"I think I forgot something"
"What?"
"This" he said as he leaned down to capture her lips in a scorching kiss.  She almost 
grabbed him to continue, but stopped herself. The evening was young.
She spread the napkin on her lap. She was pretty dazzled by the meal.
"Stephanie after diner you have to tell me how you broke your leg. The accident you 
know…" His hands moved up on her cast settling inches from her toes.
The way he looked at her, she knew that he knew something was not right.
"but first" he said "We have to finish dinner"
She wanted to tell him the truth. How could she.
"I'm glad you liked the dinner"
"The dinner has been great"
"Can you give me my crutches please I need to go freshen up"
He stood and went for her crutches. Once she was on her feet, heading for the bathroom, 
the butterflies in her tummy started like crazy. 
Stephanie was till in the bathroom so he made himself useful by pouring brandy into two 
snifters and putting them next to the couch. He wanted her comfortable, relaxed. Most 
woman liked slow seduction. Watching her eat while his hand was resting on her cast 
almost made him come. Which hadn't happened to him since high school. 
It was that time when he was in math and Ms Roberts, his teacher had wiggled her toes at 
the end of her walking cast while limping towards him. Here is the cast again. hummmm
He changed the CD to Nat King Cole. Everything was almost perfect.
The bathroom door opened, and she spotted him.
"I figure we'd have a brandy. Chill for a few minutes"
She seemed relieved, which was what he was after. She gripped her crutches and slowly 
headed towards the couch. Her broken leg leading the way when she wiggled her toes at 
him.  It was an accident that she probably didn't even notice. He on the other hand…
She was sitting near the window, her crutches tucked neatly by the side of the couch. It 
took her a minute to settle in, her broken leg stretched out in front of her, partly hidden by 
the long skirt. What a tease. He loved the way she looked in it, sort of innocent. Her silk 
blouse was molding to her breast. The longer he knew her, the more he noticed how 
pretty she was.
She held her snifter cupped between both her hands and her gaze had locked on him. He 
wanted to kiss her. To touch her. But he stayed in his chair, content to watch her. She'd 
let him know when she was ready to tell him the truth about her broken leg. 
She looked at him for a long moment, then she looked down at her cast. He thought she 
was going to say something, but she didn't not. Not for along time.
Stephanie watched him as he crossed the room. She wanted to tell him. But she couldn't 
find the right words. The first part was easy..
"I have a confession to make"