Part 2 


Stephanie ached as she undressed for bed. She was newly widowed, in a cast and 
on crutches for the next few months. The doctor had given her firm advises not 
to put any weight at all on her broken leg.  

"Crutches, crutches and crutches at all time Stephanie" He told her but if only 
he knew.

She was so confuse of her feelings about being alone. The broken leg was a 
fantasy of her desire and passion. She grabbed her crutches and stood in front 
of a beveled mirror and inspected the cast covering her leg. He did such a good 
job.

She was so excited looking at all that plaster on her broken leg. Her toes moved 
slightly at end of her cast. Her nipples were so hard 

She trailed her fingers from the hollow of her throat, traced around the aerola 
of her nipples and continued down. She spread her labia apart with her left hand 
and began to pleasure her clitoris while being careful to keep her cast inches 
from the floor. 

She took her clit between her thumb and index finger and massaged it. She 
watched herself in the mirror. It was a warm summer night. Her bedroom window 
was open and the sheer lace curtains rustled in the draught. She was so intent 
on the exploration of her body and keeping her balance on one leg that she 
missed the silhouette of a man's profile just outside the open window.

It wasn't the first time that he had found his pleasure as she found hers. 
Before her husband's death, he'd watched with binoculars from his apartment in 
the next building while she played with crutches. She would tape her ankle with 
ace bandages and spend the day using the crutches...pretending.

Every time he caught a glimpse of her on crutches naked with her lower leg 
nicely taped his cock swell and he was forced to masturbate. Often, he got so 
excited that he couldn't finish it off. He'd lie frustrated and erect for hours, 
thinking of all the ways he could help her live her fantasy for real.

He read about her accident and felt a twisted sense of excitement when they 
describe how her leg was badly broken. He was glad that she would act on her 
deep fantasy. The fantasy that she described so often in her stories. But not 
that she had been in so much pain. 

He didn't deserve her broken beauty or her orgasms. Now that she was alone, he 
grew bolder. Before she made back from the funeral he waited for her to return. 
He knew how long it would take her on her crutches from the street to her house. 
She'd become a slave to her crutches since her broken leg.

He'd waited patiently this night. He could see her reflection without moving 
from his perch. He wore sweat pants so that he could reach inside them and grasp 
his cock without actually exposing himself. 

He bit his lip as she fondled herself in front of the mirror standing naked 
wearing only her sexy cast. It was almost too much to bear when she dipped her 
fingers inside her vagina and tasted her own juices before sliding her fingers 
all over her cast. 

She hopped on her good leg and opened her dresser drawer and took out a gel 
vibrator with a clitoral stimulator and turned it on.

She slid down slowly onto the floor, moaning while pain shot through her broken 
leg while the cast rubbed on the floor on it's way down. He'd seen her do this 
many times when her husband was away and she would pretend a sprained ankle. 

She'd crawled on the floor moaning and then insert the vibrator. It was large, 
so she worked it slowly while grabbing her taped ankle with her other hand. He 
choked back a groan and reached for his cock with both hands. He cupped his 
balls with one hand and stroked himself with the other. 

She took the vibrator and threw it across the room while still vibrating. What a 
sign to see this beautiful woman naked on the floor wearing a full leg cast made 
of plaster.

Her broken leg was killing her but she was so happy to crawl, sliding the cast 
down behind her getting closer and closer of her vibrator. She pushed using her 
strong left leg. She knew that most people would not understand how the pain she 
was feeling was turning her on so much.

She wanted that vibrator so much...One last push...

"oh god my legggggggg " she moan has she grabbed her best friend.

She took the vibrator and teased herself with it, starting at the edge of her 
cast and working slowly toward her snatch. He loved to see her on the floor, 
broken and teasing herself.

She was doing it now. She was watching her plaster cast and remembering all the 
stories she wrote while pleasing herself with this same vibrator and she moved 
it in and out. She moaned and worked the electric prick with both hands. 

He loved watching her come while she would twist her ankle like crazy. Her mouth 
relaxed, her nipples hardened and her clit swelled. This time she tried to get 
up using her casted leg for support. She felt back moaning in pain and pleasure.

Her juices clung to her trim and shimmered like dew. He squirmed and 
accidentally knocked a small potted plant. She was so excited that she didn't 
hear it. 

He listened to the soft sucking sound that it made as she worked it. As she 
fucked herself! He moved again. She looked up. She saw a shadow on the curtains 
and froze.

"Who is it?"

It was the moment that he'd imagined for nearly a year watching her on crutches. 
She'd finally noticed him and spoken to him. He was frightened and excited at 
once. She was vulnerable, helpless with her broken leg and  flushed with 
excitement.

"Let me help you, Stephanie."

She dropped the vibrator and turned toward the window. He couldn't stop touching 
himself while she was struggling with the excitement to stand on her good leg. 
He wanted her to know how hard she'd made him. He wanted to show her.

"Go away! I'll call 911." She said while hopping on her good leg to get the 
crutches. She slid the crutches under her armpit and faced him.

Between her firm breast, her strong left leg showing her tensed muscles and the 
plaster cast...she looked perfect to him.

"Don't say that, Stephanie. I love watching you come and play on your crutches."



Part 3 to come