Part 2

She let go her crutches and I took her in my arms in the elevator and hugged 
her, then reached up and held her face in my hands. She was so careful not to 
step on her cast. There was something quite wonderful about how she looked and 
acted about her injury

We said little now; how to relate the swirl of emotions we both were feeling?

I was still caressing Stephanie's face when the elevator stopped on the 22nd 
floor and the brass doors opened to a silent, carpeted hallway. I gave 
Stephanie's her crutches back and within a moment we were inside our room, a 
large, antique-furnished suite with a king-size bed, enormous bathroom with a 
huge tub, a thick sofa, two wingbacks and a magnificent view of the city below. 

"We're out late on a school night, Miss Robinson," I said, and her face lit up.

"Well," she replied, "Thank you for helping me Tony with my broken ankle and 
taking me to the hospital"

I laughed, and then I kissed her, softly and tenderly, tasting her warm lips on 
mine for the first time. It was almost surreal, and yet it was the most real 
sensation I might have ever felt. We kissed for a long minute, and I didn't ever 
want to let her go. She was rubbing her cast all over my leg and it was driving 
me crazy.  

"Excuse me a minute?" Stephanie said, then slipped her crutches disappeared into 
the bathroom on her crutches keeping her injured ankle off the floor. It just 
looked so real. She look so natural on those crutches.

I'd been looking into the city lights for a few minutes, my head swimming. And 
now, having dimmed the room but for one small corner lamp, I heard the Clicking 
on the floor of the crutches. I turned slowly and when I saw her, I thought my 
knees were going to buckle.

Stephanie was wearing a burgundy silk, spaghetti-strap slip, scooped low enough 
to reveal her lovely cleavage and the hint of a bra, and a matching pair of silk 
shorts, almost like boxers. She was barefoot and I had a perfect view of her 
cast.

It looked so good on her. Her sexy long leg was just even better with that cast.
      
I was thunderstruck.

"Oh, my," I managed weakly, taking two steps toward her. She looked down to her 
cast, her timid side showing for the first time on this evening, until I took 
her chin in my hand and lifted it up, again kissing her.

"You're a vision, Stephanie. I can't put you into words how beautiful you look 
right now on crutches."

"That's quite a predicament for someone who writes for a living," she said 
lightly, breaking a tension we both felt.

I had already shrugged out of my suit jacket and slipped out of my shoes and 
socks, and now we moved toward the bed which I had turned down while she was 
freshening up. 

Now I was certain: Stephanie's perfume, which I now had on my hands, was the 
same fragrance she wore 10 years ago. I settled her onto the edge of the bed and 
lifted her injured ankle off the floor, sliding her up until her head was on a 
thick pillow and she was comfortably reclined. I took the other pillow and 
rested her cast on it

I was in no hurry, nor was Stephanie. I wanted to savor every moment with her, 
and I looked at her as I removed my French cuffs, silk tie and wool trousers, 
then slipped up onto the bed and moved atop her, easing myself down so she would 
feel just a little of my weight, supported by my arms. I was wearing only hunter 
green silk boxers.

"Tony, I'm happy you don't mind the cast and crutches," Stephanie began, almost 
in a whisper. "You know...It turns me on so much to pretend"

"Shhh," I said, pressing a finger to her lips. "I'm so sorry that you broke your 
ankle Miss Robinson. To see you on the floor while wearing your beautiful black 
dress holding on to your ankle was quite a sight" He said smiling

I lowered myself a little more and kissed her again, this time our mouthsparting 
slightly, our tongues slipping through each other's lips. I'm sure she felt my 
passion in more than one way; part of it was making itself known in a swelling 
below my waist, now pressing into the heat of her loins.

I reached to Stephanie's shoulders and carefully slid the spaghetti straps down 
and off her delicate arms, her slip now gathered in a wrap around the softness 
of her stomach. With that I looked down, and I inhaled sharply at the view she 
presented.

She was wearing an exquisite demi-bra, a lacy silk that was cut low across her 
breasts and came within a fraction of an inch of revealing her nipples, clear to 
me as they pushed up into the fabric. I lowered my head slowly and burrowed my 
face in her warm cleavage, feeling her bosom rise and fall quickly, then turned 
my head to her left breast and cupped it in my hand. She was trembling.

"Stephanie, you are beautiful, so very, very beautiful, just like when I was in 
your class. I had such a crush on you when I saw you on your crutches with your 
full leg in that cast " I kept murmuring, still feebly looking for words.

With that I dipped my fingers beneath the fringe of her bra and pulled it down 
with great care, baring her left breast almost fully. Her areola was a dusty 
rose, generous of size, swollen and contracted even in the heat of this room. I 
leaned down and traced my tongue around it in two long, slow, lazy circles, then 
moved across its puckered plain to lick the nipple and suck it tenderly into my 
mouth. Stephanie's soft moans encouraged me and aroused me further.

With a twist of my thumb and forefinger, I opened her front-clasped bra and 
peeled it away, exposing her bosom completely, and I suckled her from left to 
right and back, feathering kisses to her collarbone and her neck, up to her lips 
and back down, brushing back the hair which fell around her.

I reached behind Stephanie and lifted her slip over her head, dropping it with 
her bra on the far side of the bed. I could feel the astonishing heat radiating 
from her midriff as I kissed the soft skin on the bottom curve of her 
breasts,then down her ribs, across her stomach and to her navel, her internal 
organs each raging like small furnaces.

We lay very still for a moment, and I listened to her pounding heart. Mine 
surely was keeping time with hers, and I swallowed hard before I spoke again.

"I want you so much Stephanie,I want to make love to my injured teacher" I 
whispered to her, and she felt my hand slide down her leg to her cast.  At that 
moment she lifted her cast very slightly off the bed and I gently eased it down, 
over in my hand moaning. 

"You can't imagine Tony how long I waited for this. To have passionate sex while 
in a leg cast like when I was in high school. When you were so turned on 10 year 
ago with my broken leg, my ex husband would not touch me while in the cast. Now 
Tony fuck your broken teacher" she said playfully.

Part 3 to come