Brad pushed a lock of blond hair from his face, unbuttoned his coat, and entered 
the supermarket. It was 9 pm on a wintry Wednesday night and all he wanted to do 
was get some food, eat, and go to bed. He hoped there would be no lines in the 
store. All he needed to get were a couple of things and he would be on his way 
to the apartment. Grabbing a basket, he headed over to the canned goods aisle. 

Brad was 25 years old. He had gleaming blue eyes, an athletic build, and was 
considered universally attractive. Despite his good looks, Brad was currently 
single. He met women often and dated occasionally but always felt that something 
was missing. More often that not, every woman he dated was appealing in some 
way, but they did not have the complete package that he desired. On the 
weekdays, Brad devoted himself to work and spent his weekends unwinding from the 
stress accumulated during the week. 
      
Besides, to have a girlfriend at this point in his life would sap too much of 
his energy. If he was going to be in a relationship, he wanted it to be a 
healthy, mutually beneficial one. He could not promise that to anyone right now. 

In the canned goods section, Brad began to look at the variety of spaghetti 
sauces. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw a woman with shoulder-length blonde 
hair pass by his aisle using crutches. 

Since he never passed up the opportunity to check out a woman using crutches, 
Brad quickly put down the jar of sauce he was considering and began to follow 
the click-clack-clicking sound of her heel and crutches. He heard the woman turn 
and stride down the next aisle. Brad walked to the end of his own aisle, made 
two quick rights, and saw the blonde woman standing ten feet in front of him. 
She was inspecting the bread. 

From the brief looks he got of her body that was hidden underneath her long 
winter coat, she was around 35. Brad noticed immediately the reason for the 
crutches, her right leg was in a cast, well-shaped and covering her whole leg. 

As the woman bent and rose to look at other bread loaves, her black coat opened 
up to reveal the rest of her clothing. The woman was dressed in a typical 
business suit, yet it was sexy and classy at the same. Brad could see that she 
was wearing a short black skirt and a light red blouse. 
      
She wore black pantyhose on her good leg with a 3-inch high black heel. With the 
heel, Brad estimaated that the woman was about 5'8". She struggled with her 
grocery basket and crutches. 

"A rich bitch," Brad guessed to himself.

Brad edged closer to the woman, pretending to be interested in the bread 
selection as well. However, all he wanted to see was the woman's broken leg in 
that sexy cast. Ever since he could remember, Brad loved a professional-looking 
woman in a leg cast using crutches. He did not know when or how the attraction 
began, but nothing got him more aroused than a confident woman with usually a 
great pair of legs, moving around on crutches. 

Brad stood less than five feet away from the woman in the aisle and noticed that 
she smelled of perfume - just the right amount of perfume, for it was not too 
strong and it was not too subtle. Judging from her appearance and her sharply 
tailored clothing, Brad assumed that this woman cared about whether people 
thought she was attractive. She was definitely a well-to-do woman with exquisite 
taste. Brad wondered whether her outward appearance hid a dirty, sexual mind. 

As the woman reached for another loaf of bread, Brad noticed that she was 
wearing a gold wedding band on her left hand that had an enormous diamond in the 
middle of it. Brad's interest rose even more. 

Brad decided to take in enough of this lady now so he could visualize her later 
when he looking at his favourite cast related sites and stroking his cock in 
bed. 

As she continued to scan the shelves for bread, her cast was not touching the 
ground. The cast was bent at the knee. Brad stole lengthy glances at the woman's 
cast at first. At one point, she leaned forward and this stance allowed Brad to 
notice that her skirt ended about five inches above her knee. 

This left a lot of cast to examine and a beautiful strong healthy leg. A 
generous portion of thigh gave way to softly-rounded knee which in turn gave way 
to gorgeously toned calve. Brad's eyes slowly took in every inch. On her foot, 
her pointy-toed heel was made of expensive black leather. 

Brad felt his cock getting hard has he stared at her long perfect toes at th end 
of the cast. He worked as a consultant in a corporate office and was surrounded 
by attractive women, but this woman stood out from the rest. 

Along with his leg inspection, Brad also glimpsed at the woman's face a 
couple of time. She had high cheekbones with only a hint of blush. Her blond 
hair reached to her shoulders and was cut fashionably. Within the blond, there 
were dark highlights, and in her ears were small diamonds. Her lips were pouty 
and her neck was long and graceful-looking. The woman had a small nose.

Never once did the woman turn to look at Brad in the whole time that he was  
gazing at her. After extended consideration, the woman finally chose a 
loaf of bread, put it in her basket, and struggled for a second on her crutches 
almost losing her balance away. Brad hold his breath for a second ready to catch 
her but she made it down the aisle on her crutches - away from him - as the 
woman's broken leg floated trapped in all that plaster. 

After she turned the corner, Brad resumed shopping. After picking up some bread 
and pasta and retrieving the sauce that he had been looking at minutes earlier, 
he proceeded to the checkout. He was happy to find that the injured woman was in 
front of him on line. 

From such a close distance, Brad could see that her features were delicately 
feminine, even more so now that he was only a foot away from her. 

He tried to think of something witty to say to the woman, but decided a comment 
on how ridiculous the National Enquirer headlines were this week would fail. 

After a minute's wait, the woman paid for her things, put the small bag in her 
basket, and left the store on crutches. Brad noticed that her nails were 
beautifully manicured with clear lacquer polish when she handed the money to the 
cashier. 

As hard as he tried, he could not find any imperfections with this woman - as 
far as he could tell, every inch of her was ideal, specially her broken leg. 
Brad absent-mindedly paid for his groceries, thinking of the long leg cast and 
how he was going to imagine fucking her wet pussy from behind as he stroked his 
cock later on in the night. 

Outside, it was cold and Brad began to walk when he saw that the woman was 
struggling with her basket and crutches. Her grocery bag was lying on the ground 
as she was trying to determine the best way to pick up the bag with her broken 
leg. Brad saw the opportunity to help and quickened his pace. 

Part 2 to come