Penny moved her cast slightly while sipping a glass of wine and settling back into her seat. She was trying her best to position her cast out of the way of the stewardess but it was almost impossible.
She was on a plane destined for San Francisco; on her way to meet a new friend she made on the net 2 years ago. She was sitting in the right aisle, last row and her left leg was resting in the aisle.
Her leg was in the aisle because of a cast that went from her thigh to her foot. She was still in a full leg cast for another 4 weeks after a terrible accident that broken multiples bones in her leg.
After this cast she was going to be in a shorter one for another 4 weeks. Again the cast will be no weight bearing.
She hated the crutches so bad but the cast was a totally different thing.
She closed her eyes and could remember so clearly June 15 10:35am when she hit by the car. They were re-paving the sidewalk and felt secure walking on the side of the road.
She saw the car but it was too late. She jumped but the impacts against her left leg was so hard, breaking bones on impact. She went flying until she landed in the grass.
Here was Penny with a black eye, with her right knee bent beneath her not injured at all. Her left leg was sticking out at an unnatural angle; x-rays might see differently but her tibia and fibula were broken and maybe more.
“Miss can you hear me?” he asked.
“Yes, Yes I can, My legggggggg” She cried from the pain she was feeling in her broken leg.
“Don’t move miss. I’ve called 911”
She could feel the tears on her cheeks by the time she her broken leg was splinted. She had read somewhere about people wanting a broken leg intentionally and she couldn’t understand that right now with her broken leg so painful.
Penny wasn’t surprise when the doctor told her that her left leg was broken in three places. What did surprise her is the fact that she was going to be on crutches for months with at least 3 different casts and a brace at the end.
“Lets forget about all this”
Trying to relax with a huge and long pink fibber cast on your leg is not obvious. Images of Daniel and the fantasies she had had about him darted into her mind.
Ever since her accident, often when she was alone at home, she would relieve the tension. She sometimes found herself screaming into her pillow, out of the sheer pleasure she found trying to move her broken leg and feeling the rough surface of the hard cast under her fingers.
In her mind the hard long leg cast kind of followed the shape of her dido.
She thought back on the long conversations they had, about anything and
everything, from her computer back home. They never had real cyber-sex
but since her accident, Penny's surprised herself being turned on by Daniel comments about her legs…both of them and specially the sexy one in the cast.
She remembered him saying one time,
“If you were here right now I'd make you stand on your right leg and make love to you with your cast on my shoulders…fully stretch.”
OMG having been a gymnast she could only imagine how that would feel to be penetrated while extended like this.
Thinking of Daniel had aroused her. She slowly moved her hand under her blanket and with one hand on her cast and the other on her jean skirt, she unbuttoned her skirt.
Part 2
Monday, November 2, 2009
Sunday, November 1, 2009
I'm back
Hello
I'm back...I hope you missed my little stories. I changed my photo to a more recent one.
Have a lovely sunday
Paige
I'm back...I hope you missed my little stories. I changed my photo to a more recent one.
Have a lovely sunday
Paige
Thursday, October 22, 2009
Giving a hand part 3
Hello
I will be on holiday and away from any computers from the 23 to November1. I hope you enjoyed the little stories so far and look forward to post more in the fure.
Paige
Part 3
Her left foot was long and narrow for such a small woman; her toenails weren’t painted. I felt so close to her and yet I didn’t even know her first name. Her uncovered foot looked so fragile compared to the other one protected in by the cast.
I don’t know what made me ask her but I felt like I was in need to get close to her real, real fast.
“You have such nice toenails, can I paint them?” I said while leaning over to touch the cast. For some reasons I felt like she was expecting me to do that.
“That would be nice, especially my poor toes trapped in the cast” she purred, leaning forward to run her fingers through my hair. It was like electricity transferring from her fingers to my body and back to her broken leg.
“First …” She was pushing me down…for me to lie down with her overlooking me.
I lay on my back on the floor, sexually aroused by this woman like never before. Everything she did or say turned me on so much.
She joined me on the floor, I felt her breast against my chest, her red cast sliding up and down my le as our lips came together in a long passionate kiss.
“Humm, I can feel your hard cock almost throbbing for attention” She said looking at me while her hard nipples left so much to my imagination.
“I don’t know how much more of this I can take. You have me on cloud nine” I said almost moaning. The more she rubbed her broken leg against me the harder I get
“You like to feel my nipples against you don’t you?” she asked, her voice dripping with seduction as her body pressed into mine.
“Oh yes I do while my hand grabbed her cast and pulled it even higher, almost between my legs”
“Oh please, let me caress your hard cock with my toes at the end of my cast”
I pushed her broken leg against my hard cock. I loved it but then we both heard a car pulled into the driveway.
“Oh God, help me up please” She asked and with my help she was back up on her left foot and positioning her crutches.
She went to her bedroom and was soon back, looking has radiant has before. She was in perfect control on her crutches.
“This is my brother Steve.”
We shook hands and he told us that everything was going to be fine with the
car; it had been towed to a nearby garage.
“Did I interrupt anything?” He asked looking at both of us.
“No, not at all, would you like a drink” She said smiling at him.
“No I need to go. I wanted to tell you about the car. See you later and nice meeting you”
“Same to you” I said looking like the cat that ate the mouse.
After the brother left the house, I sat and she came on her crutches and sat on my lap with her broken leg on the couch.
“Do you have a cast fetish?” She asked me
“You are so sexy, beautiful, sensual and hot. That you have a cast is just an extra attraction my dear” I said while sliding my fingers against her cast.
She reddened, not quite knowing what to say.
“OK let’s continue where we stop”
This was still too perfect to be possible. To be so close to her red cast and everything else she was offering. I kissed her again and in seconds she had my pants undone.
“I’m so ready. Have you ever had sex with a dancer?” She said while her hand was sliding up and down my hard shaft. She sure knew how to give a hand...
The end
I will be on holiday and away from any computers from the 23 to November1. I hope you enjoyed the little stories so far and look forward to post more in the fure.
Paige
Part 3
Her left foot was long and narrow for such a small woman; her toenails weren’t painted. I felt so close to her and yet I didn’t even know her first name. Her uncovered foot looked so fragile compared to the other one protected in by the cast.
I don’t know what made me ask her but I felt like I was in need to get close to her real, real fast.
“You have such nice toenails, can I paint them?” I said while leaning over to touch the cast. For some reasons I felt like she was expecting me to do that.
“That would be nice, especially my poor toes trapped in the cast” she purred, leaning forward to run her fingers through my hair. It was like electricity transferring from her fingers to my body and back to her broken leg.
“First …” She was pushing me down…for me to lie down with her overlooking me.
I lay on my back on the floor, sexually aroused by this woman like never before. Everything she did or say turned me on so much.
She joined me on the floor, I felt her breast against my chest, her red cast sliding up and down my le as our lips came together in a long passionate kiss.
“Humm, I can feel your hard cock almost throbbing for attention” She said looking at me while her hard nipples left so much to my imagination.
“I don’t know how much more of this I can take. You have me on cloud nine” I said almost moaning. The more she rubbed her broken leg against me the harder I get
“You like to feel my nipples against you don’t you?” she asked, her voice dripping with seduction as her body pressed into mine.
“Oh yes I do while my hand grabbed her cast and pulled it even higher, almost between my legs”
“Oh please, let me caress your hard cock with my toes at the end of my cast”
I pushed her broken leg against my hard cock. I loved it but then we both heard a car pulled into the driveway.
“Oh God, help me up please” She asked and with my help she was back up on her left foot and positioning her crutches.
She went to her bedroom and was soon back, looking has radiant has before. She was in perfect control on her crutches.
“This is my brother Steve.”
We shook hands and he told us that everything was going to be fine with the
car; it had been towed to a nearby garage.
“Did I interrupt anything?” He asked looking at both of us.
“No, not at all, would you like a drink” She said smiling at him.
“No I need to go. I wanted to tell you about the car. See you later and nice meeting you”
“Same to you” I said looking like the cat that ate the mouse.
After the brother left the house, I sat and she came on her crutches and sat on my lap with her broken leg on the couch.
“Do you have a cast fetish?” She asked me
“You are so sexy, beautiful, sensual and hot. That you have a cast is just an extra attraction my dear” I said while sliding my fingers against her cast.
She reddened, not quite knowing what to say.
“OK let’s continue where we stop”
This was still too perfect to be possible. To be so close to her red cast and everything else she was offering. I kissed her again and in seconds she had my pants undone.
“I’m so ready. Have you ever had sex with a dancer?” She said while her hand was sliding up and down my hard shaft. She sure knew how to give a hand...
The end
Tuesday, October 20, 2009
Giving a hand part 2
Part 2
“I’m a Broadway dancer and during rehearsal I broke my fibula,” she explained
Now I was daydreaming between her on crutches with a cast and this cute woman dancing around wearing heels. Just like she was reading my mind she said.
“I love heels, I feel like a different person dancing while wearing them. Dancing night after night wearing 3 inch heels will cause some problems and lots of broken ankles. In my case it was the fibula that gave”
“Wow I’m so sorry that must have been real painful” I said
“Yes it was, this is where the fracture occurred” She showed me sliding her cast even closer to my leg. She really was flexible and her legs…wow.
I turned into her driveway while she answered her phone. After a quick conversation she turned to look at me.
“It's all worked out, my brother called and said he and a friend have gone to pick
up the car. They'll pull it back to a shop here in town. Sooo everything is cool.” As she delivered the last part of her message her eyes searched mine. Mine were desperately trying not to look at her legs and the cast.
I nodded, gazing back at her. Her eyes were beautiful, they glistened. Slowly and without loosing eye contact, her slight body crawled across the seat and propped itself just above my chest, not touching.
It felt like a sweet tease. Nothing touching and yet so close. One of her hands was on the door armrest and the other one was on the back of the seat for support since she didn’t want to step on her broken leg.
The rest of her body extended across the seat. Not the sexiest pose and yet coming from her it was magical to me.
“I want to thank you for seeing me home,” she said, there was a slight smile on
her lips and I could feel her fresh breath as she spoke.
Our faces were three inches apart. She moved her cast and I heard a slight moan.
She closed the gap between us to give me a kiss on the lips while shifting her
weight to move away. There was full open-lips kiss that lasted forever and was so nice.
“I don’t usually kiss man I don’t know, I’m sorry” she said
“Let me help you out” I said, before walking around the truck.
She leaned on me while sliding out of my truck, standing on her left foot. Then in a matter of seconds she had the backpack in position and the crutches ready.
I couldn't resist feeling lucky to be with this woman right now. For years I dreamed of exactly that, helping a sexy woman on crutches. We then looked at one another, smiling. She took 2 steps forward on her crutches until her right knee was against my leg.
She kissed me again while standing on her crutches. She looked so desirable that I felt like taking her right there…maybe even forcefully…if she agreed.
I know that phrase doesn’t make any sense but I’m sure that the female readers will understand what I mean by that.
I watched her move ahead of me on her crutches with her knee bent and the beautiful red cast protecting her broken bone. Her tight ass bounces along in front of me.
Once inside the apartment and it was both simple/ practical but with a personal touch. She then asked me to get 2 beers from the fridge. She sat on the couch and with her broken leg on the table I couldn’t resist.
“Nice toe nail…It looks good with your cast” I said.
“Since I broke my leg and even before I was well aware of men and women staring at my legs and feet. Now that I’m in a cast they often stare at the toes at the end of the cast”
“I can understand why they are looking…you have very sexy legs”
‘Thank you” She said staring at me.
“Can I ask you a favour?”
“Sure, anything” I said and the moment I did I remember what happened with Julia when I said that but that’s for another story.
“I need your help; can you take off my running shoe please? My arm are kissing me from all that crutching around today” Annie's voice purred seductively as she knew how I felt.
I was so afraid of the obvious reaction down between my legs, I kneeled in front of her and obliged. I began unlacing her shoe when she moved her cast slightly touching my erection.
“Oh, myyyyyyyyyyy” Was all I said
Part 3
“I’m a Broadway dancer and during rehearsal I broke my fibula,” she explained
Now I was daydreaming between her on crutches with a cast and this cute woman dancing around wearing heels. Just like she was reading my mind she said.
“I love heels, I feel like a different person dancing while wearing them. Dancing night after night wearing 3 inch heels will cause some problems and lots of broken ankles. In my case it was the fibula that gave”
“Wow I’m so sorry that must have been real painful” I said
“Yes it was, this is where the fracture occurred” She showed me sliding her cast even closer to my leg. She really was flexible and her legs…wow.
I turned into her driveway while she answered her phone. After a quick conversation she turned to look at me.
“It's all worked out, my brother called and said he and a friend have gone to pick
up the car. They'll pull it back to a shop here in town. Sooo everything is cool.” As she delivered the last part of her message her eyes searched mine. Mine were desperately trying not to look at her legs and the cast.
I nodded, gazing back at her. Her eyes were beautiful, they glistened. Slowly and without loosing eye contact, her slight body crawled across the seat and propped itself just above my chest, not touching.
It felt like a sweet tease. Nothing touching and yet so close. One of her hands was on the door armrest and the other one was on the back of the seat for support since she didn’t want to step on her broken leg.
The rest of her body extended across the seat. Not the sexiest pose and yet coming from her it was magical to me.
“I want to thank you for seeing me home,” she said, there was a slight smile on
her lips and I could feel her fresh breath as she spoke.
Our faces were three inches apart. She moved her cast and I heard a slight moan.
She closed the gap between us to give me a kiss on the lips while shifting her
weight to move away. There was full open-lips kiss that lasted forever and was so nice.
“I don’t usually kiss man I don’t know, I’m sorry” she said
“Let me help you out” I said, before walking around the truck.
She leaned on me while sliding out of my truck, standing on her left foot. Then in a matter of seconds she had the backpack in position and the crutches ready.
I couldn't resist feeling lucky to be with this woman right now. For years I dreamed of exactly that, helping a sexy woman on crutches. We then looked at one another, smiling. She took 2 steps forward on her crutches until her right knee was against my leg.
She kissed me again while standing on her crutches. She looked so desirable that I felt like taking her right there…maybe even forcefully…if she agreed.
I know that phrase doesn’t make any sense but I’m sure that the female readers will understand what I mean by that.
I watched her move ahead of me on her crutches with her knee bent and the beautiful red cast protecting her broken bone. Her tight ass bounces along in front of me.
Once inside the apartment and it was both simple/ practical but with a personal touch. She then asked me to get 2 beers from the fridge. She sat on the couch and with her broken leg on the table I couldn’t resist.
“Nice toe nail…It looks good with your cast” I said.
“Since I broke my leg and even before I was well aware of men and women staring at my legs and feet. Now that I’m in a cast they often stare at the toes at the end of the cast”
“I can understand why they are looking…you have very sexy legs”
‘Thank you” She said staring at me.
“Can I ask you a favour?”
“Sure, anything” I said and the moment I did I remember what happened with Julia when I said that but that’s for another story.
“I need your help; can you take off my running shoe please? My arm are kissing me from all that crutching around today” Annie's voice purred seductively as she knew how I felt.
I was so afraid of the obvious reaction down between my legs, I kneeled in front of her and obliged. I began unlacing her shoe when she moved her cast slightly touching my erection.
“Oh, myyyyyyyyyyy” Was all I said
Part 3
Monday, October 19, 2009
Giving a hand
Part 1
I’ve always been fascinated by women’s on crutches that manage to continue their everyday life accomplishment even with a broken ankle or leg. The woman in front of me was the perfect example of that.
When she took to the cashier, she took off a backpack and took out fruits, vegetables and other things while keeping her balance on her left leg. Her right leg was in a cast stopping below the knee.
I couldn't help noticing how agile she was and how clean her red cast was. Not one mark on the cast. She kept her right leg bent at the knee while she hopped around while her crutches rested against the display case in front of the cashier.
Her jeans skirt fit snug against her tight ass but gave her a perfect look of her injured leg. ON her left foot she was wearing Nike running shoe
After paying, she placed the items back in her backpack since her hands were clearly going to be busy with the crutches.
Her beautiful lips caught my eye as she turned to leave. She’s a very sexy woman in total control even while on crutches, I thought, as I stepped up to pa, I told the clerk that I didn't need a bag for my purchase.
While walking towards my truck, I kept looking at her swinging on her crutches like a pro. It wasn’t the first time that she had been on crutches and that was obvious.
I was transferring the bottles to a small cooler when I heard the most annoying sound that a car can make; nothing, her car didn’t want to start.
She was definitely a woman that loves to control things. It was evident by the frustration that I was witnessing.
“Can I help?” I asked, stepping to her door and praying that she would ask me for help while she crawls out of her car carefully not to stand on her broken leg.
“I would love that…I know nothing at all about cards and with my broken leg…” She said.
There was still a scared look in her eyes but it did not show in her voice. There was something about her. She wasn’t the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen but between her eyes and everything else, there was a little …. Je ne sais quoi.
“Would you like to call someone?” I asked, offering my cell.
“I have a phone. Nobody’s home,” she answered, while giving me that smile again.
Who was supposed to be home? I wondered before she surprised me with
“Could you give me a ride if? If that’s not asking too much after all you don’t know me” the smile still there but there was also a softness in her face. Her skin had a soft look to it that made you want to touch it, kiss it.
“Sure I will be happy to give you a ride home, I'll just make a call first top let them know that I will be a few minutes late.” I said.
She didn’t need help getting out of her car. In seconds she was standing on her strong left leg and the crutches were in position.
She placed her backpack on the floorboard and with my help she hopped into the cab of my truck as I dialed the number. There she was sitting inches from me holding on to her crutches with her cast sitting on top of the backpack.
“Mike, I'm going to be a little late,” I said, trying to abbreviate the call. Trying not to stare at her broken leg. Trying not to stare at these lovely toes at the end of the cast.
“What's up?” he sounded annoyed
“Taking a lady whose car broke down someplace, call you later,” I said
I looked to my passenger for directions. She was crossing her leg with her cast sitting on top of her left knee. Rubbing her toes with her left hand
There were no rings on that hand.
“Do you know Johnston Avenue?” she asked as she placed her broken leg even closer to me. I could almost smell that new cast smell. This was moving fast and I loved it. Helping a poor damsel in distress was fun
“OK, got it,” I said.
“It's not far, I just moved there 5 days ago, the same day I broke my leg” the lady volunteered.
“Bad timing, I’m sorry”
“Yes it was in a way. Back in college I broke my right leg twice while cheerleading at a higher level.” she smiled and I saw the perfect lips that surrounded her white teeth.
Johnston was coming up on the right.
It was so quiet, nobody was saying anything.
“Do you want to know how I broke my leg?” she asked, dreamily. Eh lady I tough off course I want to know
“Sure” I asked, turning to her again and looking at the way her cast looked almost painted on her lower leg and foot.
Pure art I said…
Part 2
I’ve always been fascinated by women’s on crutches that manage to continue their everyday life accomplishment even with a broken ankle or leg. The woman in front of me was the perfect example of that.
When she took to the cashier, she took off a backpack and took out fruits, vegetables and other things while keeping her balance on her left leg. Her right leg was in a cast stopping below the knee.
I couldn't help noticing how agile she was and how clean her red cast was. Not one mark on the cast. She kept her right leg bent at the knee while she hopped around while her crutches rested against the display case in front of the cashier.
Her jeans skirt fit snug against her tight ass but gave her a perfect look of her injured leg. ON her left foot she was wearing Nike running shoe
After paying, she placed the items back in her backpack since her hands were clearly going to be busy with the crutches.
Her beautiful lips caught my eye as she turned to leave. She’s a very sexy woman in total control even while on crutches, I thought, as I stepped up to pa, I told the clerk that I didn't need a bag for my purchase.
While walking towards my truck, I kept looking at her swinging on her crutches like a pro. It wasn’t the first time that she had been on crutches and that was obvious.
I was transferring the bottles to a small cooler when I heard the most annoying sound that a car can make; nothing, her car didn’t want to start.
She was definitely a woman that loves to control things. It was evident by the frustration that I was witnessing.
“Can I help?” I asked, stepping to her door and praying that she would ask me for help while she crawls out of her car carefully not to stand on her broken leg.
“I would love that…I know nothing at all about cards and with my broken leg…” She said.
There was still a scared look in her eyes but it did not show in her voice. There was something about her. She wasn’t the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen but between her eyes and everything else, there was a little …. Je ne sais quoi.
“Would you like to call someone?” I asked, offering my cell.
“I have a phone. Nobody’s home,” she answered, while giving me that smile again.
Who was supposed to be home? I wondered before she surprised me with
“Could you give me a ride if? If that’s not asking too much after all you don’t know me” the smile still there but there was also a softness in her face. Her skin had a soft look to it that made you want to touch it, kiss it.
“Sure I will be happy to give you a ride home, I'll just make a call first top let them know that I will be a few minutes late.” I said.
She didn’t need help getting out of her car. In seconds she was standing on her strong left leg and the crutches were in position.
She placed her backpack on the floorboard and with my help she hopped into the cab of my truck as I dialed the number. There she was sitting inches from me holding on to her crutches with her cast sitting on top of the backpack.
“Mike, I'm going to be a little late,” I said, trying to abbreviate the call. Trying not to stare at her broken leg. Trying not to stare at these lovely toes at the end of the cast.
“What's up?” he sounded annoyed
“Taking a lady whose car broke down someplace, call you later,” I said
I looked to my passenger for directions. She was crossing her leg with her cast sitting on top of her left knee. Rubbing her toes with her left hand
There were no rings on that hand.
“Do you know Johnston Avenue?” she asked as she placed her broken leg even closer to me. I could almost smell that new cast smell. This was moving fast and I loved it. Helping a poor damsel in distress was fun
“OK, got it,” I said.
“It's not far, I just moved there 5 days ago, the same day I broke my leg” the lady volunteered.
“Bad timing, I’m sorry”
“Yes it was in a way. Back in college I broke my right leg twice while cheerleading at a higher level.” she smiled and I saw the perfect lips that surrounded her white teeth.
Johnston was coming up on the right.
It was so quiet, nobody was saying anything.
“Do you want to know how I broke my leg?” she asked, dreamily. Eh lady I tough off course I want to know
“Sure” I asked, turning to her again and looking at the way her cast looked almost painted on her lower leg and foot.
Pure art I said…
Part 2
Sunday, October 18, 2009
You look amazing short story conclusion
“Oh god…” she gasped as the first little twinges of pressure built inside of
her. Having it been about a year since the last time to played with cast and crutches.
“Sabrina, you are amazing” His hands were slowly stroking the hard cast covering her leg.
Slowly, he brought his hands up and ever so gently cupped her face. He pulled her face forward and pressed his mouth to hers; letting his hands fall down to her back and the clasp of her bra. He undid it.
He then took her long cast and Drake’s lips traveled between her toes. She felt the wet warmth of his mouth on her toes and that was driving her crazy, the pleasure making her close her eyes and moan.
“Oh God Drake, please make love to your injured wife” she uttered.
Hooking his thumbs in the sides, he slid the panties down her green cast, discarding them over the side of the bed. He helped her spread her legs for him and he made sure that she was indeed ready, testing her arousal by inserting a finger deep inside her and stroking gently. The whimpers she made undid him.
“I need…I need you inside of me,” she mumbled reaching for him.
He took her long cast and placed it on his shoulder while he slowly pushed himself inside her. She was tight, and hot, but thankfully she was very aroused.
When they finally climaxed together, it was perfect.
Again.
“How did it feel’?” he asked, snaking his arm around her waist and pulling her
closer
“Fantastic”
“Yeah. Me too,” he replied a she kissed his chest.
“Honey, I wonder how it would feel if I was in a med cast?
The end
her. Having it been about a year since the last time to played with cast and crutches.
“Sabrina, you are amazing” His hands were slowly stroking the hard cast covering her leg.
Slowly, he brought his hands up and ever so gently cupped her face. He pulled her face forward and pressed his mouth to hers; letting his hands fall down to her back and the clasp of her bra. He undid it.
He then took her long cast and Drake’s lips traveled between her toes. She felt the wet warmth of his mouth on her toes and that was driving her crazy, the pleasure making her close her eyes and moan.
“Oh God Drake, please make love to your injured wife” she uttered.
Hooking his thumbs in the sides, he slid the panties down her green cast, discarding them over the side of the bed. He helped her spread her legs for him and he made sure that she was indeed ready, testing her arousal by inserting a finger deep inside her and stroking gently. The whimpers she made undid him.
“I need…I need you inside of me,” she mumbled reaching for him.
He took her long cast and placed it on his shoulder while he slowly pushed himself inside her. She was tight, and hot, but thankfully she was very aroused.
When they finally climaxed together, it was perfect.
Again.
“How did it feel’?” he asked, snaking his arm around her waist and pulling her
closer
“Fantastic”
“Yeah. Me too,” he replied a she kissed his chest.
“Honey, I wonder how it would feel if I was in a med cast?
The end
Saturday, October 17, 2009
You look amazing short story part 1
Part 1
Drake didn’t care anymore to go to official function at the embassy. For the last 20 years he had participated directly or indirectly to 90% of them. This time it was different, both he and Sabrina his wife had agreed to go, dressing in nice clothes was a requirement but they also from time to time love to role play while going at these usually boring events.
Basically ad a little something to make the evening…shall we say…spectacular.
“Sabrina!” he called, walking around the house whilst checking his cuffs to make sure the buttons were indeed buttoned.
“I’m so sorry, I’m not ready yet. It’s not ready. Just give me a few minutes; you want me to look good for your event. ” came her muffled reply from the bathroom that was connected to her bedroom.
“Sure but we don’t want to be the last one there”
“Ah stop crying, at 50 a woman needs a bit more time, that’s all”
Checking his watch, he realized that they still had plenty of time to arrive on time at the introduction of the new Ambassador of France. He admired the artwork that they had displayed on the walls, having seen them many times before, but never stopped amazing him that they would be turned on by display of….
Drake heard the bathroom door creak open and he looked at his wife standing on crutches who was for lack of better words…stunning.
“Wow,” he said, almost gasping for breath at her beauty, and how much the leg cast match her dress while she took a few step on her crutches.
“Perfection my dear. I’m so happy we took that shade of green for your cast”
“Yes that’s one of the nicest cast you’ve applied on me…so far” She smiled with those twinkling eyes.
She smiles beautifully, and he automatically approaches her to where she is standing on her crutches with the cast leading the way. Drake drunk in the sight of her long, gorgeous right leg with her foot encased in a low heels that made her slightly taller, and God…a dress that did all sorts of wonderful things for her body.
The dark evergreen of the fabric made her normally pale green eyes sparkle and was a perfect fit to the green cast that was covering her left leg totally. Anytime Sabrina agreed to wear a leg cast it had to be full leg and almost straight. She didn’t care for bent at the knee cast.
With just a bit of makeup she was perfect to me. She turned me on at 50 like she did when she 18.
“It’s a, uh,… good thing that we don’t do cast too often, right?” he asked as his fingertips graze the satin fabric that covered her hips and slide along her crutches.
“Yes, you are acting like 20 year old man” Sabrina replied, inhaling the spicy scent of his cologne, before whispering.
“You know we can’t miss this one. God it feels so good to be on crutches again. Take god we can blame it all on osteoporosis”
“Yes poor you.” He smiled looking at her cast.
Drake watched her eyes, looking to see if she was indeed on the same wavelength as he. He wanted her so bad in that long green cast, to make her feel more beautiful that she already was.
He was glad when she came close to him and captured his lips with her own.
Sabrina refused to break their kiss, so he quickly found the top of the zipper to her dress, he lowered it, and watched it fell and pooled around her feet, around her cast.
She stood there leaning heavily on her crutches under his examining eye in only a black lace push up bra that did wonders to her large breast and matching panties. Her cast inches from the floor.
“God, you’re beautiful,” he murmured, and she saw that he meant it, the loving
look evident in his eyes.
Holding the hand he offered, Sabrina dropped her crutches and leaned on her husband for balance. He then picked her up and carried her to the bed where she sat with her long cast looking so beautiful.
He came beside her and she started to undress him.
“I love you” she whispered against his lips, before kissing his again. Her hands slid between his legs, eliciting a purely masculine moan from Drake. His hips bucked up in response, his groin thrusting. His erection was so hard and he couldn’t stop looking at his beautiful wife in her green cast.
Hearing and feeling that Drake was just as turned on as she, Sabrina ground her hips down into his hardness. He pulled her by the cast, her most sensitive spots against his hard cock.
Part 2
Drake didn’t care anymore to go to official function at the embassy. For the last 20 years he had participated directly or indirectly to 90% of them. This time it was different, both he and Sabrina his wife had agreed to go, dressing in nice clothes was a requirement but they also from time to time love to role play while going at these usually boring events.
Basically ad a little something to make the evening…shall we say…spectacular.
“Sabrina!” he called, walking around the house whilst checking his cuffs to make sure the buttons were indeed buttoned.
“I’m so sorry, I’m not ready yet. It’s not ready. Just give me a few minutes; you want me to look good for your event. ” came her muffled reply from the bathroom that was connected to her bedroom.
“Sure but we don’t want to be the last one there”
“Ah stop crying, at 50 a woman needs a bit more time, that’s all”
Checking his watch, he realized that they still had plenty of time to arrive on time at the introduction of the new Ambassador of France. He admired the artwork that they had displayed on the walls, having seen them many times before, but never stopped amazing him that they would be turned on by display of….
Drake heard the bathroom door creak open and he looked at his wife standing on crutches who was for lack of better words…stunning.
“Wow,” he said, almost gasping for breath at her beauty, and how much the leg cast match her dress while she took a few step on her crutches.
“Perfection my dear. I’m so happy we took that shade of green for your cast”
“Yes that’s one of the nicest cast you’ve applied on me…so far” She smiled with those twinkling eyes.
She smiles beautifully, and he automatically approaches her to where she is standing on her crutches with the cast leading the way. Drake drunk in the sight of her long, gorgeous right leg with her foot encased in a low heels that made her slightly taller, and God…a dress that did all sorts of wonderful things for her body.
The dark evergreen of the fabric made her normally pale green eyes sparkle and was a perfect fit to the green cast that was covering her left leg totally. Anytime Sabrina agreed to wear a leg cast it had to be full leg and almost straight. She didn’t care for bent at the knee cast.
With just a bit of makeup she was perfect to me. She turned me on at 50 like she did when she 18.
“It’s a, uh,… good thing that we don’t do cast too often, right?” he asked as his fingertips graze the satin fabric that covered her hips and slide along her crutches.
“Yes, you are acting like 20 year old man” Sabrina replied, inhaling the spicy scent of his cologne, before whispering.
“You know we can’t miss this one. God it feels so good to be on crutches again. Take god we can blame it all on osteoporosis”
“Yes poor you.” He smiled looking at her cast.
Drake watched her eyes, looking to see if she was indeed on the same wavelength as he. He wanted her so bad in that long green cast, to make her feel more beautiful that she already was.
He was glad when she came close to him and captured his lips with her own.
Sabrina refused to break their kiss, so he quickly found the top of the zipper to her dress, he lowered it, and watched it fell and pooled around her feet, around her cast.
She stood there leaning heavily on her crutches under his examining eye in only a black lace push up bra that did wonders to her large breast and matching panties. Her cast inches from the floor.
“God, you’re beautiful,” he murmured, and she saw that he meant it, the loving
look evident in his eyes.
Holding the hand he offered, Sabrina dropped her crutches and leaned on her husband for balance. He then picked her up and carried her to the bed where she sat with her long cast looking so beautiful.
He came beside her and she started to undress him.
“I love you” she whispered against his lips, before kissing his again. Her hands slid between his legs, eliciting a purely masculine moan from Drake. His hips bucked up in response, his groin thrusting. His erection was so hard and he couldn’t stop looking at his beautiful wife in her green cast.
Hearing and feeling that Drake was just as turned on as she, Sabrina ground her hips down into his hardness. He pulled her by the cast, her most sensitive spots against his hard cock.
Part 2
Friday, October 16, 2009
Forensic anthropology conclusion
Conclusion
It was the middle of the night and Joanna sat on her bed with her ankle still wrapped
and found John's number on her contact list then pressed the call button. John was startled awake by the sound of his cell phone ringing.
“Hi.” Joanna said and smiled at the sound of John's voice saying her name.
“Are you ok, did something happen” did you fall?” John asked
“No, No I’m fine, I was just sitting on my bed and needed to tell you something”
“What?” John said. He was happy to hear Joanna's voice.
“I’m falling in love with you and I’m tired of hiding al the time”
“I understand but It’s difficult” John replied and leaned back against his pillow, “I miss you. I wish I was there with you”
“What would you do?”
“You would never need crutches anymore. I would carry you everywhere and I'd kiss you senseless” John's voice made Joanna's body hotter.
The blonde closed her eyes and slid one of her hands up her shirt, caressing between her breasts.
“Did you take off the air cast when you got home?” He asked
“No, I feel safe when it’s protecting my ankle”
“I would slowly undo the ace bandages and the air cast. Careful not to hurt you, I would then kiss every inch of your lower leg, ankle and foot. Take off the bandages now and the air cast”
“Sure but why?” Joanna begged, “Don't stop.” Waiting to hear more she took off her pyjama and then slowly took of the bandages off her injured ankle.
“Just imagine Joanna your fingers are my lips…sliding all over the damaged ankle and foot” he said almost moaning.
“I would sit on a chair in front of you and put your left leg on my shoulder.”
John continued the fantasy but Joanna started to wonder if his fantasy somehow wasn’t connected to her accident.
“Then I would lick your toes and up your sprained ankle, tasting how sore you are
with my lips and my tongue on your sprained ankle” He heard Joanna's breathing deeper and faster than normal.
“Are you wet right now? Is your ankle sore?”
“Yes to both questions.” Joanna whispered and slid her hand down and as she touched herself she imagined being on a table with john’s face between her legs.
“I want you, John.”
“I want you too so bad dear” He closed his eyes and remembered every detail of Joanna’s body, the softness of her skin, the curves of her breasts and the heat.
“I want to be inside of you right now, my hard cock going deeper and deeper inside you. Put one hand on your bad ankle and the other deep inside you Joanna…trust me”
“John.” Joanna said and moved two of her fingers inside herself and started to slowly rub and twist her injured ankle while looking at her crutches leaning against the wall.
“I'm so wet for you, baby. You make me so hot.”
She moved her fingers faster inside her and carefully still played with her sore ankle
“Tell me more.”
“Don’t be mad Joanna but I would never want you in any pain but to see you the last 3 months on crutches everyday has been so difficult for me”
He heard Joanna moaning and continued,
“You on crutches with your bandaged ankle look so sexy. Long legs. Firm breast…How can I resist you? I’m so hard right now”
“Oh God .” Joanna gasped as her body responded to John's words with a hard
orgasm.
“You make me feel so good.” As her breathing slowly returned back to normal.
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The next day while at the office, Joanna looked so happy. She knew that John loved to see her on crutches and was even turned on but would never want to see her in pain.
“Joanna, can I have a word with you?” John asked
John glanced back at Joanna and smiled at her before she walked away. Joanna standing on her crutches smiled back and kept her eyes on John.
“Sure.” She said not sure what was going one.
“Here?”
“No. My office please.” John answered
“Let’s take the stairs if that’s ok with you” Joanna added
He was following her and getting quit a show. She was swinging her hips and made sure that her knee was bent to give him the perfect view of her injured ankle and foot and just the way she leaned on her crutches.
Standing in mid floor John put his arms around the smart and sexy blonde standing in front of him. Everyday they were together he fell more in love with the woman in his arms.
It made him happy to know Joanna felt the same way.
The long kiss and their bodies against each other made John want to take her on the spot but he knew better.
Joanna closed her eyes and felt his hand on her injured ankle. He was taking off the bandages and air-cast.
“I love it.” She whispered
The End
It was the middle of the night and Joanna sat on her bed with her ankle still wrapped
and found John's number on her contact list then pressed the call button. John was startled awake by the sound of his cell phone ringing.
“Hi.” Joanna said and smiled at the sound of John's voice saying her name.
“Are you ok, did something happen” did you fall?” John asked
“No, No I’m fine, I was just sitting on my bed and needed to tell you something”
“What?” John said. He was happy to hear Joanna's voice.
“I’m falling in love with you and I’m tired of hiding al the time”
“I understand but It’s difficult” John replied and leaned back against his pillow, “I miss you. I wish I was there with you”
“What would you do?”
“You would never need crutches anymore. I would carry you everywhere and I'd kiss you senseless” John's voice made Joanna's body hotter.
The blonde closed her eyes and slid one of her hands up her shirt, caressing between her breasts.
“Did you take off the air cast when you got home?” He asked
“No, I feel safe when it’s protecting my ankle”
“I would slowly undo the ace bandages and the air cast. Careful not to hurt you, I would then kiss every inch of your lower leg, ankle and foot. Take off the bandages now and the air cast”
“Sure but why?” Joanna begged, “Don't stop.” Waiting to hear more she took off her pyjama and then slowly took of the bandages off her injured ankle.
“Just imagine Joanna your fingers are my lips…sliding all over the damaged ankle and foot” he said almost moaning.
“I would sit on a chair in front of you and put your left leg on my shoulder.”
John continued the fantasy but Joanna started to wonder if his fantasy somehow wasn’t connected to her accident.
“Then I would lick your toes and up your sprained ankle, tasting how sore you are
with my lips and my tongue on your sprained ankle” He heard Joanna's breathing deeper and faster than normal.
“Are you wet right now? Is your ankle sore?”
“Yes to both questions.” Joanna whispered and slid her hand down and as she touched herself she imagined being on a table with john’s face between her legs.
“I want you, John.”
“I want you too so bad dear” He closed his eyes and remembered every detail of Joanna’s body, the softness of her skin, the curves of her breasts and the heat.
“I want to be inside of you right now, my hard cock going deeper and deeper inside you. Put one hand on your bad ankle and the other deep inside you Joanna…trust me”
“John.” Joanna said and moved two of her fingers inside herself and started to slowly rub and twist her injured ankle while looking at her crutches leaning against the wall.
“I'm so wet for you, baby. You make me so hot.”
She moved her fingers faster inside her and carefully still played with her sore ankle
“Tell me more.”
“Don’t be mad Joanna but I would never want you in any pain but to see you the last 3 months on crutches everyday has been so difficult for me”
He heard Joanna moaning and continued,
“You on crutches with your bandaged ankle look so sexy. Long legs. Firm breast…How can I resist you? I’m so hard right now”
“Oh God .” Joanna gasped as her body responded to John's words with a hard
orgasm.
“You make me feel so good.” As her breathing slowly returned back to normal.
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The next day while at the office, Joanna looked so happy. She knew that John loved to see her on crutches and was even turned on but would never want to see her in pain.
“Joanna, can I have a word with you?” John asked
John glanced back at Joanna and smiled at her before she walked away. Joanna standing on her crutches smiled back and kept her eyes on John.
“Sure.” She said not sure what was going one.
“Here?”
“No. My office please.” John answered
“Let’s take the stairs if that’s ok with you” Joanna added
He was following her and getting quit a show. She was swinging her hips and made sure that her knee was bent to give him the perfect view of her injured ankle and foot and just the way she leaned on her crutches.
Standing in mid floor John put his arms around the smart and sexy blonde standing in front of him. Everyday they were together he fell more in love with the woman in his arms.
It made him happy to know Joanna felt the same way.
The long kiss and their bodies against each other made John want to take her on the spot but he knew better.
Joanna closed her eyes and felt his hand on her injured ankle. He was taking off the bandages and air-cast.
“I love it.” She whispered
The End
Forensic anthropology part 4
Part 4
“Let you go…no way…you wanted this…be honest why would intentionally fall and break your leg if you didn’t want me to take you like this. You know how I feel about broken bones”
Feeling Tammy's mouth kiss a trail down to her chest Joanna grabbed Tammy’s hair. The moment that Tammy began sucking on her breast she started pulling on her hair, trying to stop her.
Trying to regain control.
“OK that’s how you want to play” Tammy got up from Joanna and went back to the kitchen. Joanna took those few seconds to crawl to her bedroom trying desperately to get to a phone.
Backing up against the wall she reached for the phone but Tammy stopped her. Tammy had a gun in her hand and was sitting on the knee portion of Joanna broken leg. She could feel the pressure mounting on the cast at the knee and the ankle area.
The cast could break at any time and that would be create major damage to her leg.
“If you don’t stop pretending Joanna, I will shoot your left ankle and then knee. Do you understand? You will be crippled for life”
“You are sick Tammy, do you understand that?” Joanna said. She knew she didn’t have much time ahead of her before her cast break and then she would probably black out.
At that precise time, Joanna's cell phone rang and both women stared at each other.
“You will answer the phone and if you say anything I will shoot you”
“Hello” Joanna answered.
“Are you ok and can you talk?” John asked
“No”
“Listen to me good, we saw you leave in Tammy’s car. We found a hidden camera in Marcus room and Tammy is the killer. She lost her mind Joanna. She was talking about the beauty of broken bones just before she broke both of his legs. If she’s with you tell me that everything is fine. Help is on its way. Try to buy time”
“Don’t worry John everything is fine. See you tomorrow at the office” Joanne said before closing her cell phone.
“Nice job Joanna” Tammy said before smiling.
As Tammy put her hand between her Joanna’s legs, she pushed one of Tammy's fingers in with one of hers.
“That's so hot.” Joanna whispered as their fingers slowly moved deeper. She knew that the only way to calm Tammy down was to let her win and deep inside she…
Tammy moved her hips and mumbled, “I can't believe what you do to me.”
After smiling in response to Tammy's praise Joanna slid her finger out and caressed the back of Tammy’s right hand. In a quick move that she had learned in her self defence class, She took a strong hold of Tammy’s right hand and twisted to hard that both humerus and radius bone, sending a wave of pain that Tammy didn’t expect.
“My armmmm, you broke my arm” Tammy’s arm was dangling and she was trying to hold on to the broken bones with her other hand.
Joanna moved from under Tammy's and desperately managed to get on her left foot with the help of her bed. She didn’t want to take a chance of bending over to grab to gun so she simply kicked the gun and started to hop with her cast floating off the floor towards the door.
She yelled at Tammy “How does it feel to have broken bones?” but kept trying to get to the door even with Tammy telling her to stop because she was going to shoot her…
Bang , Bang was the last thing that Joanna heard before falling forward at the front door.
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“I better go. Dave wants to talk to me as soon I get in the office.” John said
and wondered if he and Joanna would spend more time together now that Tammy was gone. There was so much on his mind he wanted to tell Joanna.
With a smile at Joanna he decided to leave the ball in her court, “Call me later if you
want.”
After John got out of the taxi that they shared, Joanna looked out the window and felt more confused than she did before. She felt so drawn to John. The want and need to be close to him was more intense than anything she ever felt before. It scared her because she didn’t want to loose control again and take a chance to ruin the career she worked hard for.
When Joanna got out of the taxi and position her crutches under her arms, she realized that it had been 3 months since she broke her leg in that bar and still she couldn’t walk on her injured ankle.
Her right ankle was in what they called an air cast and wrapped in multiple layers of ace bandages going from mid foot to part of her lower leg. Staring at her long toes painted red, she tough about all the rehab for her sprained ankle but because of the torn ligaments…it was very frustrating and slow progress.
A few minutes later John called her. She stops and leaning on her crutches with her knee bent she picked up the phone. Both of them kept their possible relationship off the radar at work since after all John was her boss. He told her about a meeting later this morning and that a new Dr. was joining the team.
After hanging on Joanna walked gracefully on her crutches toward the front door of the office. She was now a pro on her crutches by then.
“That was John. He wants a team meeting now.” Somebody mentioned close to her.
Joanna entered the conference room and stopped looking for a seat. Standing tall with her bandaged foot and ankle resting on top her left pump, the rest of the team was already seated around the long table. Joanna looked over at John then sat down on the empty chair next to…The new guy….
“Can I help you miss” He asked politely
“No I’m fine but thanks”
“This won't take long.” John said then pointed at the new guy.
“I want to introduce you to Dr. Panter, he is joining our office starting today” Everybody introduce themselves quickly and John took control of the meeting.
“I won’t bore you with Dr. Panter experiences, I’m sure that most of you probably read his books and articles.” He paused then said,
“That's it.” The new Dr. stood up and added
“I look forward to work with you in the future. Have a good day.”
The day went by so slowly. She couldn't believe she missed a chance to talk to John before he left out of the office for the day. She wanted to be honest and tell him how much she enjoyed his presence.
Oh crap she wanted to tell him how much she want him to kick her crutches, pick her up have sex with her.
Conclusion
“Let you go…no way…you wanted this…be honest why would intentionally fall and break your leg if you didn’t want me to take you like this. You know how I feel about broken bones”
Feeling Tammy's mouth kiss a trail down to her chest Joanna grabbed Tammy’s hair. The moment that Tammy began sucking on her breast she started pulling on her hair, trying to stop her.
Trying to regain control.
“OK that’s how you want to play” Tammy got up from Joanna and went back to the kitchen. Joanna took those few seconds to crawl to her bedroom trying desperately to get to a phone.
Backing up against the wall she reached for the phone but Tammy stopped her. Tammy had a gun in her hand and was sitting on the knee portion of Joanna broken leg. She could feel the pressure mounting on the cast at the knee and the ankle area.
The cast could break at any time and that would be create major damage to her leg.
“If you don’t stop pretending Joanna, I will shoot your left ankle and then knee. Do you understand? You will be crippled for life”
“You are sick Tammy, do you understand that?” Joanna said. She knew she didn’t have much time ahead of her before her cast break and then she would probably black out.
At that precise time, Joanna's cell phone rang and both women stared at each other.
“You will answer the phone and if you say anything I will shoot you”
“Hello” Joanna answered.
“Are you ok and can you talk?” John asked
“No”
“Listen to me good, we saw you leave in Tammy’s car. We found a hidden camera in Marcus room and Tammy is the killer. She lost her mind Joanna. She was talking about the beauty of broken bones just before she broke both of his legs. If she’s with you tell me that everything is fine. Help is on its way. Try to buy time”
“Don’t worry John everything is fine. See you tomorrow at the office” Joanne said before closing her cell phone.
“Nice job Joanna” Tammy said before smiling.
As Tammy put her hand between her Joanna’s legs, she pushed one of Tammy's fingers in with one of hers.
“That's so hot.” Joanna whispered as their fingers slowly moved deeper. She knew that the only way to calm Tammy down was to let her win and deep inside she…
Tammy moved her hips and mumbled, “I can't believe what you do to me.”
After smiling in response to Tammy's praise Joanna slid her finger out and caressed the back of Tammy’s right hand. In a quick move that she had learned in her self defence class, She took a strong hold of Tammy’s right hand and twisted to hard that both humerus and radius bone, sending a wave of pain that Tammy didn’t expect.
“My armmmm, you broke my arm” Tammy’s arm was dangling and she was trying to hold on to the broken bones with her other hand.
Joanna moved from under Tammy's and desperately managed to get on her left foot with the help of her bed. She didn’t want to take a chance of bending over to grab to gun so she simply kicked the gun and started to hop with her cast floating off the floor towards the door.
She yelled at Tammy “How does it feel to have broken bones?” but kept trying to get to the door even with Tammy telling her to stop because she was going to shoot her…
Bang , Bang was the last thing that Joanna heard before falling forward at the front door.
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“I better go. Dave wants to talk to me as soon I get in the office.” John said
and wondered if he and Joanna would spend more time together now that Tammy was gone. There was so much on his mind he wanted to tell Joanna.
With a smile at Joanna he decided to leave the ball in her court, “Call me later if you
want.”
After John got out of the taxi that they shared, Joanna looked out the window and felt more confused than she did before. She felt so drawn to John. The want and need to be close to him was more intense than anything she ever felt before. It scared her because she didn’t want to loose control again and take a chance to ruin the career she worked hard for.
When Joanna got out of the taxi and position her crutches under her arms, she realized that it had been 3 months since she broke her leg in that bar and still she couldn’t walk on her injured ankle.
Her right ankle was in what they called an air cast and wrapped in multiple layers of ace bandages going from mid foot to part of her lower leg. Staring at her long toes painted red, she tough about all the rehab for her sprained ankle but because of the torn ligaments…it was very frustrating and slow progress.
A few minutes later John called her. She stops and leaning on her crutches with her knee bent she picked up the phone. Both of them kept their possible relationship off the radar at work since after all John was her boss. He told her about a meeting later this morning and that a new Dr. was joining the team.
After hanging on Joanna walked gracefully on her crutches toward the front door of the office. She was now a pro on her crutches by then.
“That was John. He wants a team meeting now.” Somebody mentioned close to her.
Joanna entered the conference room and stopped looking for a seat. Standing tall with her bandaged foot and ankle resting on top her left pump, the rest of the team was already seated around the long table. Joanna looked over at John then sat down on the empty chair next to…The new guy….
“Can I help you miss” He asked politely
“No I’m fine but thanks”
“This won't take long.” John said then pointed at the new guy.
“I want to introduce you to Dr. Panter, he is joining our office starting today” Everybody introduce themselves quickly and John took control of the meeting.
“I won’t bore you with Dr. Panter experiences, I’m sure that most of you probably read his books and articles.” He paused then said,
“That's it.” The new Dr. stood up and added
“I look forward to work with you in the future. Have a good day.”
The day went by so slowly. She couldn't believe she missed a chance to talk to John before he left out of the office for the day. She wanted to be honest and tell him how much she enjoyed his presence.
Oh crap she wanted to tell him how much she want him to kick her crutches, pick her up have sex with her.
Conclusion
Thursday, October 15, 2009
Forensic anthropology part 3
Part3
Finally Joanna was back at work. She was walking by the conference room on her crutches and was relieved when she heard the team wasn't talking about her or asking all kind of questions about her broken leg.
It took years for her to shake their opinion about the fact that she was a tall blond and still be intelligent. It was bad enough she was ashamed of how she acted when she was on the floor with a broken leg. She didn't want her coworkers to see a clumsy blond that broke her leg while wearing heels.
Instead of worrying about it any longer Joanna slowly swung her broken leg towards Tammy's desk.
“Hi.” She said and Tammy looked up. Joanna was already a natural on her crutches and she had mastered the sexy pose when leaning on her crutches. The crutches were pushing against her breast
“Can I talk to you for a minute?”
“Yes, but I don’t have anymore info on the Buffalo case” Tammy said and stood up next to her friend.
“I know.” Joanna nervously squeezed her crutches when she felt Tammy so close to her.
“Do you mind giving me a ride tonight?”
“Sure, why not” Tammy said
“Thank you. The taxi ride was a bit too much for me this morning” Joanna said and turned around to walk away very carefully on her crutches on the polished floor.
“You look amazing on these crutches you know that, don’t you?”
“Are you watching me?” Joanna asked
“Yes I am”
She loved to see her friend take one step at a time on her crutches. She didn’t have to worry about putting any weight on her cast since it was almost bent at a 90 degree angle at the knee. Her sexy long leg trapped in all that fibber was something to see. She couldn’t stop wondering how it would feel to have her hard cast between her legs.
She also fantasizes about all the broken bones kept together by the cast and only by the cast. She would be crippled without it.
At the end of the day it took Joanna five minutes to walk to the parking garage where Tammy’s car was. She was feeling better on her crutches but still from time to time she felt like she was loosing her balance because of the weigh of the cast.
When they got to her apartment Joanna invited Tammy inside her apartment.
“Did you mention anything to the team about our little adventure in the bar when I broke my leg?” Joanna asked, curious.
“Off course not, you know me and I knee how you felt and still feel about all this.” Tammy responded.
“Please Tammy this isn’t easy for me. You and me and now my broken leg” Joanna said harshly
“Stop blaming your broken leg for everything. You see how everybody looks at you and at your long cast Joanna. Almost like envy…you are so sexy moving around the office on your crutches”
“You are crazy Tammy. I will be on crutches for months even after the dam cast is gone so please don’t bullshit me about being sexy and all that crap” Joanna said standing tall on her crutches almost defiant. She felt the weight on her cast even more right now.
Tammy stepped closer to Joanna.
“I pleased you sexually when you asked me too but you fucked me the next day when you totally ignored me Blondie”
“Don’t you call me Blondie” Joanna said. She was so mad that she started to crutch towards her bedroom and just yelled.
“Get out of my apartment Tammy”
“Oh I don’t think so, not again, not today. You tall blond goddess think that you can use people and then spit them out when you are done with them. ”
“What? Get out NOW.” Joanna yelled back squeezing the handle of her crutches so hard.
With their eyes locked together Joanna knew Tammy was right about the way she treated her but that was it. Everything else was pure exaggeration.
“Let’s go to your bedroom” Tammy said looking at her straight in the eyes.
“Why?” Tammy asked.
“Because, I want to make love to you.” Tammy answered bluntly.
“I want to do it here and right now”
“There is no way that we will ever be close again. Do you hear me?” Joanna said before turning around on her crutches and left in the direction of her bedroom a bit faster than usual.
What came next was totally a surprise for Joanna and probably Tammy.
Despite her intention to not get close to Joanna again Tammy couldn't stop herself from looking at Joanna tight ass and long cast. Having work with old bones for years, she started a fascination for broken bones. She was fascinated by people living normal life while in cast and specially on crutches.
Also and that is the worse part she started having a need to break bones. To see people in pain, crying, crawling…
Within seconds the story took a right turn when Tammy came from behind and pushed Joanna so hard that she felt forward lost her crutches and came crashing on the hard wood floor.
“Oh god what are you doing?” Joanna said trying to crawl to her bed. Sliding her heavy cast along the floor.
“Oh baby…”
Tammy came over Joanna and ripped her blouse off. She then put her hands on both arms and started to kiss her. Joanna couldn’t move. Her cast was trapped between Tammy’s leg and she could feel Tammy trying to grid against her.
Tammy's was kissing Joanna all over. When she pushed the bra up releasing the firm breast, she squeezed one of her sensitive breasts. Joanna tried another time to push her off but she couldn’t because her cast bent like it was. It was trapped under Tammy and between her legs.
“Please let me go” Joanna begged
Part 4
Finally Joanna was back at work. She was walking by the conference room on her crutches and was relieved when she heard the team wasn't talking about her or asking all kind of questions about her broken leg.
It took years for her to shake their opinion about the fact that she was a tall blond and still be intelligent. It was bad enough she was ashamed of how she acted when she was on the floor with a broken leg. She didn't want her coworkers to see a clumsy blond that broke her leg while wearing heels.
Instead of worrying about it any longer Joanna slowly swung her broken leg towards Tammy's desk.
“Hi.” She said and Tammy looked up. Joanna was already a natural on her crutches and she had mastered the sexy pose when leaning on her crutches. The crutches were pushing against her breast
“Can I talk to you for a minute?”
“Yes, but I don’t have anymore info on the Buffalo case” Tammy said and stood up next to her friend.
“I know.” Joanna nervously squeezed her crutches when she felt Tammy so close to her.
“Do you mind giving me a ride tonight?”
“Sure, why not” Tammy said
“Thank you. The taxi ride was a bit too much for me this morning” Joanna said and turned around to walk away very carefully on her crutches on the polished floor.
“You look amazing on these crutches you know that, don’t you?”
“Are you watching me?” Joanna asked
“Yes I am”
She loved to see her friend take one step at a time on her crutches. She didn’t have to worry about putting any weight on her cast since it was almost bent at a 90 degree angle at the knee. Her sexy long leg trapped in all that fibber was something to see. She couldn’t stop wondering how it would feel to have her hard cast between her legs.
She also fantasizes about all the broken bones kept together by the cast and only by the cast. She would be crippled without it.
At the end of the day it took Joanna five minutes to walk to the parking garage where Tammy’s car was. She was feeling better on her crutches but still from time to time she felt like she was loosing her balance because of the weigh of the cast.
When they got to her apartment Joanna invited Tammy inside her apartment.
“Did you mention anything to the team about our little adventure in the bar when I broke my leg?” Joanna asked, curious.
“Off course not, you know me and I knee how you felt and still feel about all this.” Tammy responded.
“Please Tammy this isn’t easy for me. You and me and now my broken leg” Joanna said harshly
“Stop blaming your broken leg for everything. You see how everybody looks at you and at your long cast Joanna. Almost like envy…you are so sexy moving around the office on your crutches”
“You are crazy Tammy. I will be on crutches for months even after the dam cast is gone so please don’t bullshit me about being sexy and all that crap” Joanna said standing tall on her crutches almost defiant. She felt the weight on her cast even more right now.
Tammy stepped closer to Joanna.
“I pleased you sexually when you asked me too but you fucked me the next day when you totally ignored me Blondie”
“Don’t you call me Blondie” Joanna said. She was so mad that she started to crutch towards her bedroom and just yelled.
“Get out of my apartment Tammy”
“Oh I don’t think so, not again, not today. You tall blond goddess think that you can use people and then spit them out when you are done with them. ”
“What? Get out NOW.” Joanna yelled back squeezing the handle of her crutches so hard.
With their eyes locked together Joanna knew Tammy was right about the way she treated her but that was it. Everything else was pure exaggeration.
“Let’s go to your bedroom” Tammy said looking at her straight in the eyes.
“Why?” Tammy asked.
“Because, I want to make love to you.” Tammy answered bluntly.
“I want to do it here and right now”
“There is no way that we will ever be close again. Do you hear me?” Joanna said before turning around on her crutches and left in the direction of her bedroom a bit faster than usual.
What came next was totally a surprise for Joanna and probably Tammy.
Despite her intention to not get close to Joanna again Tammy couldn't stop herself from looking at Joanna tight ass and long cast. Having work with old bones for years, she started a fascination for broken bones. She was fascinated by people living normal life while in cast and specially on crutches.
Also and that is the worse part she started having a need to break bones. To see people in pain, crying, crawling…
Within seconds the story took a right turn when Tammy came from behind and pushed Joanna so hard that she felt forward lost her crutches and came crashing on the hard wood floor.
“Oh god what are you doing?” Joanna said trying to crawl to her bed. Sliding her heavy cast along the floor.
“Oh baby…”
Tammy came over Joanna and ripped her blouse off. She then put her hands on both arms and started to kiss her. Joanna couldn’t move. Her cast was trapped between Tammy’s leg and she could feel Tammy trying to grid against her.
Tammy's was kissing Joanna all over. When she pushed the bra up releasing the firm breast, she squeezed one of her sensitive breasts. Joanna tried another time to push her off but she couldn’t because her cast bent like it was. It was trapped under Tammy and between her legs.
“Please let me go” Joanna begged
Part 4
Wednesday, October 14, 2009
Forensic anthropology
Part 2
“How are you feeling Joanna?” Asked Dr. Smith
“I’m ok. I imagine that could change with what you are going to tell me now.”
“Well in your situation, this could have been a lot worse. The best news is that none of your fractures are compound fractures so after minor re-alignments, I was able to applied this long cast to your leg and start the healing process”
Tammy looked at her friend and notice that she was waiting for the but…
“You have a broken tibia, fibula and knee. What looked like a broken femur was actually your knee dislocation. You will be in a full leg cast without any weight bearing possibility for a minimum of 8 weeks. Then I will re-evaluate the situation”
Joanna smiled and wondered how her life was going to be after all this.
“And… is there more…” Joanna said
“What I’m really concerned about is your ankle. When people fall like you did they usually have the tibia and fibula break at the ankle. In your case for some reasons the bones did not break but you have a complete tear of your ligaments. High ankle sprain like yours will take months to heal. A lot longer than your fractured bones”
Joanna slowly lies back on the bed and close her eyes for a minute.
“So my dear, you will be on crutches for a very long time. My assistant will fit you with crutches and you will be able to leave and go home to finally get some rest”
“Thank you doctor” Joanna said still under shock.
Although she was so sorry for all the pain that Joanna had endure, Tammy could not resist the thought that Joanna was adorable sitting on the bed with her right leg in a black cast resting in some sort of device. The cast was bent at the knee.
“You don’t have to stay Tammy, I ...” Joanna said but was stopped by Tammy quickly.
“I’m here for you, stop that now”
At the same moment a young nurse walked into the room with a pair of crutches.
“Hello Joanna my name is Nicole and I’m here to help you leave this place but first I need to adjust these crutches to your height” She smiled and slowly lowered the broken leg from the device.
“How’s the leg?
“Its fine but it felt better before you put it down” Joanna answered and nervously smiled back at her.
“That’s normal and you feel even worse when you stand up on your left leg. Here lean on me and get up”
“Oh god this is so painful”
“Don’t worry that’s normal. It will get better” the nurse said
“How do I look?” Joanna asked Tammy while standing on her brand new crutches with her right leg protected and inches and inches of black fibber.
“You look amazing like you always do” Tammy said
“Can you take me home?” Joanna asked
“You know better than asking.
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Tammy was pushing Joanna who was sitting in the wheelchair and holding on to her crutches back to the car. She kept glancing at her friend broken leg. For Tammy it was also difficult to ignore her feelings for Joanna. Tammy was a lesbian but she knew that Joanna was not. The excitement from after the accident made her want the blonde more than she did before but at the same time she wanted the attraction to be mutual or she would not push the subject.
“Do the police have any more information’s on Marcus murder?” Joanna asked.
The question somewhat surprised Tammy. It was also clear from the way
Joanna didn’t look at her and ask a question totally not related to them that she was uncomfortable with the situation.
“No, nothing yet but they are working the case”
With Tammy’s help Joanna managed to stand up on her left foot and hop into the back seat of the car. Her broken leg was so sore still.
She wanted to concentrate all her energy on the murder other than her broken leg or what happened yesterday. When she thought about how she begged Tammy to please her sexually while on the floor with a broken leg, her she was mortified. She couldn’t believe that so much pain would incite her sexually to get so carried away.
To her relief when she glanced at Tammy she did see the lust that she did when she rubbing her breast. Maybe she would see it as just a fling and would soon forget about it.
Back at her apartment, Joanna was sitting on the couch with her cast propped up by pillows.
The room was so quiet and tense. You could feel the pressure
Tammy stayed in her seat at the table and watched Joanna sitting in the living room. When it was clear no one was going to talk, Tammy stood up and walked towards the living room. She sat on the empty chair across from Joanna and asked,
“Are you okay? Is your broken leg ok?”
“I will be fine, I’m not the first woman to break her leg but I'm tired.” Joanna answered and avoided looking at Tammy.
“I need some sleep, can you get my crutches and help me up please.” Joanna knew she was not the nicest person towards Tammy, but she was desperate to gain control of her feelings.
While leaning on her friend Joanna managed to position the crutches under her arms and slowly made her way to the bedroom.
Tammy was relieved in a way. She wanted to spend more time with Joanna but knew that it was better to go to her place tonight and talk tomorrow. She knew that she would not be able to get out of her mind the picture of Joanna on her crutches swinging her broken leg.
Just believe leaving, Joanna turned around and smiled at Tammy
“Thank you.” Joanna said
Tammy stood there and silently stared at Joanna. She didn't understand why she was so eager yesterday but she had decided to give her time and space.
Part 3
“How are you feeling Joanna?” Asked Dr. Smith
“I’m ok. I imagine that could change with what you are going to tell me now.”
“Well in your situation, this could have been a lot worse. The best news is that none of your fractures are compound fractures so after minor re-alignments, I was able to applied this long cast to your leg and start the healing process”
Tammy looked at her friend and notice that she was waiting for the but…
“You have a broken tibia, fibula and knee. What looked like a broken femur was actually your knee dislocation. You will be in a full leg cast without any weight bearing possibility for a minimum of 8 weeks. Then I will re-evaluate the situation”
Joanna smiled and wondered how her life was going to be after all this.
“And… is there more…” Joanna said
“What I’m really concerned about is your ankle. When people fall like you did they usually have the tibia and fibula break at the ankle. In your case for some reasons the bones did not break but you have a complete tear of your ligaments. High ankle sprain like yours will take months to heal. A lot longer than your fractured bones”
Joanna slowly lies back on the bed and close her eyes for a minute.
“So my dear, you will be on crutches for a very long time. My assistant will fit you with crutches and you will be able to leave and go home to finally get some rest”
“Thank you doctor” Joanna said still under shock.
Although she was so sorry for all the pain that Joanna had endure, Tammy could not resist the thought that Joanna was adorable sitting on the bed with her right leg in a black cast resting in some sort of device. The cast was bent at the knee.
“You don’t have to stay Tammy, I ...” Joanna said but was stopped by Tammy quickly.
“I’m here for you, stop that now”
At the same moment a young nurse walked into the room with a pair of crutches.
“Hello Joanna my name is Nicole and I’m here to help you leave this place but first I need to adjust these crutches to your height” She smiled and slowly lowered the broken leg from the device.
“How’s the leg?
“Its fine but it felt better before you put it down” Joanna answered and nervously smiled back at her.
“That’s normal and you feel even worse when you stand up on your left leg. Here lean on me and get up”
“Oh god this is so painful”
“Don’t worry that’s normal. It will get better” the nurse said
“How do I look?” Joanna asked Tammy while standing on her brand new crutches with her right leg protected and inches and inches of black fibber.
“You look amazing like you always do” Tammy said
“Can you take me home?” Joanna asked
“You know better than asking.
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Tammy was pushing Joanna who was sitting in the wheelchair and holding on to her crutches back to the car. She kept glancing at her friend broken leg. For Tammy it was also difficult to ignore her feelings for Joanna. Tammy was a lesbian but she knew that Joanna was not. The excitement from after the accident made her want the blonde more than she did before but at the same time she wanted the attraction to be mutual or she would not push the subject.
“Do the police have any more information’s on Marcus murder?” Joanna asked.
The question somewhat surprised Tammy. It was also clear from the way
Joanna didn’t look at her and ask a question totally not related to them that she was uncomfortable with the situation.
“No, nothing yet but they are working the case”
With Tammy’s help Joanna managed to stand up on her left foot and hop into the back seat of the car. Her broken leg was so sore still.
She wanted to concentrate all her energy on the murder other than her broken leg or what happened yesterday. When she thought about how she begged Tammy to please her sexually while on the floor with a broken leg, her she was mortified. She couldn’t believe that so much pain would incite her sexually to get so carried away.
To her relief when she glanced at Tammy she did see the lust that she did when she rubbing her breast. Maybe she would see it as just a fling and would soon forget about it.
Back at her apartment, Joanna was sitting on the couch with her cast propped up by pillows.
The room was so quiet and tense. You could feel the pressure
Tammy stayed in her seat at the table and watched Joanna sitting in the living room. When it was clear no one was going to talk, Tammy stood up and walked towards the living room. She sat on the empty chair across from Joanna and asked,
“Are you okay? Is your broken leg ok?”
“I will be fine, I’m not the first woman to break her leg but I'm tired.” Joanna answered and avoided looking at Tammy.
“I need some sleep, can you get my crutches and help me up please.” Joanna knew she was not the nicest person towards Tammy, but she was desperate to gain control of her feelings.
While leaning on her friend Joanna managed to position the crutches under her arms and slowly made her way to the bedroom.
Tammy was relieved in a way. She wanted to spend more time with Joanna but knew that it was better to go to her place tonight and talk tomorrow. She knew that she would not be able to get out of her mind the picture of Joanna on her crutches swinging her broken leg.
Just believe leaving, Joanna turned around and smiled at Tammy
“Thank you.” Joanna said
Tammy stood there and silently stared at Joanna. She didn't understand why she was so eager yesterday but she had decided to give her time and space.
Part 3
Tuesday, October 13, 2009
Forensic anthropology part 1
Forensic anthropology
Forensic anthropology is the application of the science of physical anthropology to the legal process.
Part 1
Another long day for the NY state Forensic anthropologist office. When they went to their hotel after a long day in the field on this Buffalo case, Joanna went to the hotel bar for a few minutes to relax. The other members of the team went to their rooms.
Joanna was glad to see no other patrons and the bartender gave her the drink and didn’t try to start a conversation with her.
She wasn’t in the mood for socialising.
She took out the short note again.
The drink in front of her and silence in the bar immediately helped her relax as she pondered over the note.
She read the 10 words again and again and still it made no sense to her. What was he or she trying to tell her?
“In broken bones, you will see clues about your life”
To see the body of Marcus a close friend of hers, on the floor of his apartment…dead. They were supposed to meet and discuss the Buffalo case.
First injured with both legs broken at mid shaft and then killed after he obviously crawled, trying to get away.
Why?
Why him?
And especially why 2 hours before they were to meet?
Sitting at the bar with her hand resting around her glass, she was trying to get her mind off the murder of her friend. It made her feel better to think about Tammy.
Often, the two women exchanged innocent flirting. Joanna enjoyed it, but it didn’t go any further because her career was too important. She was certain Tammy who was also a Forensic anthropologist felt the same.
“Are you ok?” Tammy said walking towards her friend.
“I'm just trying to understand all this. It doesn’t make sense” Joanna said and made eye contact with her friend.
“A couple of drinks help’s me relax.” She added.
“There are better ways to do that too you know.” Tammy said and smiled.
Earlier that day she noticed Joanna was upset at the murder scene of her friend, especially when she realized that he had been tortured, broken bones and all. Although the blonde looked better now Tammy was still concerned about her.
“It was a tough day.” Tammy said and asked, “Do you want to talk about it?”
“No.” Joanna answered
“Where's the bartender?”
“He left a few minutes ago.” Joanna answered and focused on the glass in her hand.
Tammy's eyes lingered down to look at Joanna. She was wearing a dress that stopped inches above her knee and was showing off her nice curves. Tight behind and beautiful full and firm breast.
“I wonder if that old thing works.” Tammy pointed across the bar at the jukebox.
“Let's find out.”
Leaving her drink on the bar Joanna tried to follow Tammy towards the jukebox but her right heel slipped on the shinny floor and she felt down after rolling her right ankle.
Tammy turned but only in time to see her friend’s body slowly fall. Watching the blonde's right foot and ankle slowly leave the safety contour of her 3 inch pump. Her ankle roll to an angle that it wasn’t built to go to.
Tammy began to slowly move towards Joanna hopping that she could stop her fall but she knew that it was impossible. Joanna glanced at her and her lovely smile was replace by a painful look.
They both reacted when Joanna right leg hit the floor with such a force that any doubt of a happy ending to this little adventure was gone.
Tammy felt her heart beating even faster when she heard major bones break in Joanna’s right leg. The pain and smile alternating on Joanna’s face confirmed that her friend needed help.
Joanna closed her eyes at first. Everything she imagined after reading the note over and over paled compared to feeling the real thing. A shattered leg was quite an experience.
“Don’t move Joanna, I just called 911”
It was apparent Tammy was in shock also to see her friend leg. Joanna didn't want
To look but she wanted to be close to Tammy. She whispered in her ear,
“Touch me.”
“Are you crazy…you have a broken leg, maybe also a broken ankle, I ca..”
“Please do it now…to me…for me”
Tammy felt like she was dreaming, she could clearly see that Joanna’s leg was broken in at least 2 places. Right above the knee her femur bone and below the knee probably a tibia and fibula fracture.
“Touch me, Tammy…NOW”
She lifted Joanna’s dress slightly to feel the soft skin under it. She heard a soft moan and continued exploring from her hips to her stomach to under her breasts.
“Oh God! My legggg is killing me”
“OK that’s it, I can’t do this anymore”
“Yes you can and you will, for me” Joanna gasped as Tammy caressed her over the fabric of her bra. Rubbing her breast felt so good to Tammy. Joanna’s body felt like it was on fire.
Joanna put her hand over Tammy's and grinded against it between her legs.
“We don’t have much time Tammy…Please”
Joanna gasped when she felt Tammy touch her clit. Tammy's finger put more pressure on her clit and rubbed it faster. Feeling an orgasm build up Joanna gripped onto Tammy's arm. The climax hit her hard and made her scream.
She loved the look of desire she saw in Joanna's eyes but she knew from past experience that the next few months would be very difficult for her friend.
Ems made no time to get to their location. They used all kind of splints to get her broken leg into a travelling condition. It was when they realign the broken tib/fib that Joanna realized the full value of leg pain.
“Oh God, Tammy. I think I broke my leg” Joanna mumbled while trying to smile to her friend before they took her away.
For 10 seconds before they started to ask her all kind of questions that silly phrase came back to her mind.
“In broken bones, you will see clues about your life”
Part 2
Forensic anthropology is the application of the science of physical anthropology to the legal process.
Part 1
Another long day for the NY state Forensic anthropologist office. When they went to their hotel after a long day in the field on this Buffalo case, Joanna went to the hotel bar for a few minutes to relax. The other members of the team went to their rooms.
Joanna was glad to see no other patrons and the bartender gave her the drink and didn’t try to start a conversation with her.
She wasn’t in the mood for socialising.
She took out the short note again.
The drink in front of her and silence in the bar immediately helped her relax as she pondered over the note.
She read the 10 words again and again and still it made no sense to her. What was he or she trying to tell her?
“In broken bones, you will see clues about your life”
To see the body of Marcus a close friend of hers, on the floor of his apartment…dead. They were supposed to meet and discuss the Buffalo case.
First injured with both legs broken at mid shaft and then killed after he obviously crawled, trying to get away.
Why?
Why him?
And especially why 2 hours before they were to meet?
Sitting at the bar with her hand resting around her glass, she was trying to get her mind off the murder of her friend. It made her feel better to think about Tammy.
Often, the two women exchanged innocent flirting. Joanna enjoyed it, but it didn’t go any further because her career was too important. She was certain Tammy who was also a Forensic anthropologist felt the same.
“Are you ok?” Tammy said walking towards her friend.
“I'm just trying to understand all this. It doesn’t make sense” Joanna said and made eye contact with her friend.
“A couple of drinks help’s me relax.” She added.
“There are better ways to do that too you know.” Tammy said and smiled.
Earlier that day she noticed Joanna was upset at the murder scene of her friend, especially when she realized that he had been tortured, broken bones and all. Although the blonde looked better now Tammy was still concerned about her.
“It was a tough day.” Tammy said and asked, “Do you want to talk about it?”
“No.” Joanna answered
“Where's the bartender?”
“He left a few minutes ago.” Joanna answered and focused on the glass in her hand.
Tammy's eyes lingered down to look at Joanna. She was wearing a dress that stopped inches above her knee and was showing off her nice curves. Tight behind and beautiful full and firm breast.
“I wonder if that old thing works.” Tammy pointed across the bar at the jukebox.
“Let's find out.”
Leaving her drink on the bar Joanna tried to follow Tammy towards the jukebox but her right heel slipped on the shinny floor and she felt down after rolling her right ankle.
Tammy turned but only in time to see her friend’s body slowly fall. Watching the blonde's right foot and ankle slowly leave the safety contour of her 3 inch pump. Her ankle roll to an angle that it wasn’t built to go to.
Tammy began to slowly move towards Joanna hopping that she could stop her fall but she knew that it was impossible. Joanna glanced at her and her lovely smile was replace by a painful look.
They both reacted when Joanna right leg hit the floor with such a force that any doubt of a happy ending to this little adventure was gone.
Tammy felt her heart beating even faster when she heard major bones break in Joanna’s right leg. The pain and smile alternating on Joanna’s face confirmed that her friend needed help.
Joanna closed her eyes at first. Everything she imagined after reading the note over and over paled compared to feeling the real thing. A shattered leg was quite an experience.
“Don’t move Joanna, I just called 911”
It was apparent Tammy was in shock also to see her friend leg. Joanna didn't want
To look but she wanted to be close to Tammy. She whispered in her ear,
“Touch me.”
“Are you crazy…you have a broken leg, maybe also a broken ankle, I ca..”
“Please do it now…to me…for me”
Tammy felt like she was dreaming, she could clearly see that Joanna’s leg was broken in at least 2 places. Right above the knee her femur bone and below the knee probably a tibia and fibula fracture.
“Touch me, Tammy…NOW”
She lifted Joanna’s dress slightly to feel the soft skin under it. She heard a soft moan and continued exploring from her hips to her stomach to under her breasts.
“Oh God! My legggg is killing me”
“OK that’s it, I can’t do this anymore”
“Yes you can and you will, for me” Joanna gasped as Tammy caressed her over the fabric of her bra. Rubbing her breast felt so good to Tammy. Joanna’s body felt like it was on fire.
Joanna put her hand over Tammy's and grinded against it between her legs.
“We don’t have much time Tammy…Please”
Joanna gasped when she felt Tammy touch her clit. Tammy's finger put more pressure on her clit and rubbed it faster. Feeling an orgasm build up Joanna gripped onto Tammy's arm. The climax hit her hard and made her scream.
She loved the look of desire she saw in Joanna's eyes but she knew from past experience that the next few months would be very difficult for her friend.
Ems made no time to get to their location. They used all kind of splints to get her broken leg into a travelling condition. It was when they realign the broken tib/fib that Joanna realized the full value of leg pain.
“Oh God, Tammy. I think I broke my leg” Joanna mumbled while trying to smile to her friend before they took her away.
For 10 seconds before they started to ask her all kind of questions that silly phrase came back to her mind.
“In broken bones, you will see clues about your life”
Part 2
Monday, October 12, 2009
Office distraction conclusion
The pain she felt when rubbing her cast made her breath little moaning sounds. She was driving him crazy and his pants were proving to be far too confining.
The delightful skirt she was currently wearing clung in all the right places. He slid his hand up the inside of her thigh and felt her shiver. Without warning he pull her off the desk and force her to stand on her one god leg.
A finger from his left hand went inside of her, sliding it rhythmically in and out until she was moaning and o so close of simply cumming.
“Oh please sir…help me, I can’t put any weight on my cast, the broken bones can’t take any weight at all” She moaned quietly.
“Tell me what you want and I will give you back your crutches Christine,”
“I- I want, please...” She panted while standing on her broken leg. He introduced another finger and she whimpered.
“Christine how can you stand on your cast…your broken leg…”
“It’s your wife, she wanted to know if you were cheating on her. She told me about your attraction to woman wearing cast” she whispered
He wasted no time. He entered her in one thrust. Pushing her farther onto the desk with every solid thrust of his hips.
He almost came when she panted
“Got you, next time change the password more often” into his ear.
A soft knock startled him out of his thoughts.
“come in” in the general direction of the door.
Much to his surprise Christine came in on crutches. Her right leg was in a full cast. Purple cast bent at the knee.
“Are you ok?” She asked while standing on her crutches.
He was genuinely surprised and confused. When he had stared at her broken leg just long enough to make her slightly uncomfortable, she smiled again and added,
“Well, see you tonight, my place at 9:00pm ” before turning and exiting as gracefully as she had entered on her crutches she turned around.
“You owe me big time Lance…After you breaking my leg you are mine...lover.”
The end
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The delightful skirt she was currently wearing clung in all the right places. He slid his hand up the inside of her thigh and felt her shiver. Without warning he pull her off the desk and force her to stand on her one god leg.
A finger from his left hand went inside of her, sliding it rhythmically in and out until she was moaning and o so close of simply cumming.
“Oh please sir…help me, I can’t put any weight on my cast, the broken bones can’t take any weight at all” She moaned quietly.
“Tell me what you want and I will give you back your crutches Christine,”
“I- I want, please...” She panted while standing on her broken leg. He introduced another finger and she whimpered.
“Christine how can you stand on your cast…your broken leg…”
“It’s your wife, she wanted to know if you were cheating on her. She told me about your attraction to woman wearing cast” she whispered
He wasted no time. He entered her in one thrust. Pushing her farther onto the desk with every solid thrust of his hips.
He almost came when she panted
“Got you, next time change the password more often” into his ear.
A soft knock startled him out of his thoughts.
“come in” in the general direction of the door.
Much to his surprise Christine came in on crutches. Her right leg was in a full cast. Purple cast bent at the knee.
“Are you ok?” She asked while standing on her crutches.
He was genuinely surprised and confused. When he had stared at her broken leg just long enough to make her slightly uncomfortable, she smiled again and added,
“Well, see you tonight, my place at 9:00pm ” before turning and exiting as gracefully as she had entered on her crutches she turned around.
“You owe me big time Lance…After you breaking my leg you are mine...lover.”
The end
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Office distraction part 3
His eyes dared her to tell him to stop. He fully expected her to after all she had just broken her leg hours ago. Lance knew he’d crossed the line and it would be very difficult to come back.
She was perfectly still standing on her crutches with her knee bent touching his desk. He should have known she’d never back down from a challenge. He took the opportunity of her silence to pull her closer to him until his lips were pressed against hers and he took away her crutches.
She hop back and sat on his desk. The sight of this lovely injured woman sitting on his desk was just too much to take…again.
Very fitting. She lifted her pink cast in his direction. He didn’t know exactly why she did that; why she was letting him use her injury, her broken leg, her cast, like this.
Maybe she knew more, maybe she knew all about his fetish. Suddenly he felt a little used. It was a strangely pleasant feeling. Lust took over again. He had to have hit a kink somewhere.
When she lifted her broken leg higher inched from his own hands and she let her hands between her legs and started to play and moan, he could feel the reaction in his own body.
He took the cast with one hand and slid the other from the knee down the cast to her toes. Her fingers made their way instinctively deeper inside her. The heat of her toes at the end of the cast inside his hand invited his own lips.
Moving his lips against the inviting toes she started working on the bottom of her blouse. Without ever breaking the kiss and lick against the toes he loved the feel of the hard cast in his hand but seeing her firm hard breast only inches from me made his hard cock move into a dangerous rhythm.
It suddenly occurred to him how wrong it was for him to be in this situation with her. So very wrong, on so many levels, and yet somehow it felt so good and so real.
He looked at the woman in front of him. The sight of her broken leg was breathtaking. Her shirt was fully opened, revealing her gentle curves and a lacy bra. She stared back at him, watching him appraise her. She knew she was in total control.
She tried to pull it off of him to move off the desk but he stopped her.
Challenges, challenges…she smiled at him.
“My broken leg is so sore sir”
At that exact second she started to slide her hard cast against him. Slowly grinding her cast against him, against his hard cock showing inside his pants.
Part 4
She was perfectly still standing on her crutches with her knee bent touching his desk. He should have known she’d never back down from a challenge. He took the opportunity of her silence to pull her closer to him until his lips were pressed against hers and he took away her crutches.
She hop back and sat on his desk. The sight of this lovely injured woman sitting on his desk was just too much to take…again.
Very fitting. She lifted her pink cast in his direction. He didn’t know exactly why she did that; why she was letting him use her injury, her broken leg, her cast, like this.
Maybe she knew more, maybe she knew all about his fetish. Suddenly he felt a little used. It was a strangely pleasant feeling. Lust took over again. He had to have hit a kink somewhere.
When she lifted her broken leg higher inched from his own hands and she let her hands between her legs and started to play and moan, he could feel the reaction in his own body.
He took the cast with one hand and slid the other from the knee down the cast to her toes. Her fingers made their way instinctively deeper inside her. The heat of her toes at the end of the cast inside his hand invited his own lips.
Moving his lips against the inviting toes she started working on the bottom of her blouse. Without ever breaking the kiss and lick against the toes he loved the feel of the hard cast in his hand but seeing her firm hard breast only inches from me made his hard cock move into a dangerous rhythm.
It suddenly occurred to him how wrong it was for him to be in this situation with her. So very wrong, on so many levels, and yet somehow it felt so good and so real.
He looked at the woman in front of him. The sight of her broken leg was breathtaking. Her shirt was fully opened, revealing her gentle curves and a lacy bra. She stared back at him, watching him appraise her. She knew she was in total control.
She tried to pull it off of him to move off the desk but he stopped her.
Challenges, challenges…she smiled at him.
“My broken leg is so sore sir”
At that exact second she started to slide her hard cast against him. Slowly grinding her cast against him, against his hard cock showing inside his pants.
Part 4
Office distraction part2
“Oh! I’m so sorry” She paused a moment standing on her crutches looking straight at me, before regaining her composure.
“I was just going to drop a file on your desk this morning but like you can see I had a little accident” she explained with a soft smile, moving towards his desk.
“What happened Christine”
Before she could reply the lovely blonde lost her balance on her crutches and drop the file that she trying to squeeze between her arm and the crutch.
“I’m so sorry Lance, it’s my first time on crutches and it’s a lot harder that it looks” She smiled at him.
Being a gentleman, he rose to assist her and gathered the file. She was still talking but he didn’t mind since his new vantage point, crouched next to her on the floor, offered him an excellent view of the cast that was covering her lower leg.
Why are men so attracted to poor damsel on crutches injured with a lovely ace bandage or cast?
She didn’t seem to notice his stare, so he didn’t bother to stop himself. The red fiber cast was making such a wonderful contrast to her pale skin. He got up with the file and her blonde hair blocked part of his view of her eyes as she shifted around to reposition her crutches.
She was almost irresistible to anybody staring at her. She used her body like a sword. Now she was using her broken leg like if she was wearing a sexy negligee.
His hand brushed against her arm stretch and squeezing her crutches handle. She paused for only a second before casually taking the file back and turning away from him.
She turned away with her knee bent, giving him a perfect view of the brand new cast while placing the file gingerly on his desk.
He could not resist and took the opportunity to move close behind her. The cast and crutches were just enough for his reason to stop working and placing him in a very dangerous spot.
His marriage, job, career could be on the line if he could not find a way to control his deepest feelings.
She knew it, lust and desire took over.
Keeping her cast off the floor she turned around on her crutches to face him. A calm control washed over her features as she looked at him while making sure to slide her broken leg against his own leg.
She didn’t attempt to push him away, how could she…she was on crutches with a broken leg.
He closed the small distance between them effectively pinned her between his body and the desk behind her. Christine’s felt his arousal pressed hard against her thigh.
He detected something deep within her blue eyes that he couldn’t quite place a name to.
Maybe it was sexual harassment? No it can’t be.
She still made no attempt to move, but rather allowed her glance to stray to her broken leg.
“I need to sit sir, my broken leg is killing me” She looked desperate leaning heavily on her crutches.
“It can wait Christine”
Part 3
“I was just going to drop a file on your desk this morning but like you can see I had a little accident” she explained with a soft smile, moving towards his desk.
“What happened Christine”
Before she could reply the lovely blonde lost her balance on her crutches and drop the file that she trying to squeeze between her arm and the crutch.
“I’m so sorry Lance, it’s my first time on crutches and it’s a lot harder that it looks” She smiled at him.
Being a gentleman, he rose to assist her and gathered the file. She was still talking but he didn’t mind since his new vantage point, crouched next to her on the floor, offered him an excellent view of the cast that was covering her lower leg.
Why are men so attracted to poor damsel on crutches injured with a lovely ace bandage or cast?
She didn’t seem to notice his stare, so he didn’t bother to stop himself. The red fiber cast was making such a wonderful contrast to her pale skin. He got up with the file and her blonde hair blocked part of his view of her eyes as she shifted around to reposition her crutches.
She was almost irresistible to anybody staring at her. She used her body like a sword. Now she was using her broken leg like if she was wearing a sexy negligee.
His hand brushed against her arm stretch and squeezing her crutches handle. She paused for only a second before casually taking the file back and turning away from him.
She turned away with her knee bent, giving him a perfect view of the brand new cast while placing the file gingerly on his desk.
He could not resist and took the opportunity to move close behind her. The cast and crutches were just enough for his reason to stop working and placing him in a very dangerous spot.
His marriage, job, career could be on the line if he could not find a way to control his deepest feelings.
She knew it, lust and desire took over.
Keeping her cast off the floor she turned around on her crutches to face him. A calm control washed over her features as she looked at him while making sure to slide her broken leg against his own leg.
She didn’t attempt to push him away, how could she…she was on crutches with a broken leg.
He closed the small distance between them effectively pinned her between his body and the desk behind her. Christine’s felt his arousal pressed hard against her thigh.
He detected something deep within her blue eyes that he couldn’t quite place a name to.
Maybe it was sexual harassment? No it can’t be.
She still made no attempt to move, but rather allowed her glance to stray to her broken leg.
“I need to sit sir, my broken leg is killing me” She looked desperate leaning heavily on her crutches.
“It can wait Christine”
Part 3
Office distraction
Office distraction
Part 1
Lance opened a case file from his desk. Something about another merger. Today he was simply not in the mood for that type of request that needed his attention.
Christine had so politely requested he review for accuracy before it was submitted to the partner. Honestly, the woman was so much more than what you first saw. It was the second time he’d felt for into her web and this despite his better judgement and maturity.
He often wondered what Christine was doing.
Why him?
She could have conquered anybody with that intoxicating smile and abundant charisma. Not that he was complaining. She was by no means a burden to look at everyday.
You just never knew what to expect when she came in.
That she had actually made it into the MBA program and finish first of her class was a surprise to him, but only served to intrigue him more.
Christine was untouchable and he should stay away from her for his own protection. Ah yes, she knew him too much and that only ever served to deepen the temptation.
At first he regarded her with some kind of protectiveness, being so much younger than him.
Yes at first and only at first.
Was it his fault she wore beautiful short skirts and left one extra button undone on her blouse?
Or that her shirt would sometimes ride up, revealing incredible legs…. his weakness?
He could almost swear she did it on purpose.
Maybe she did.
Just watching her around the office was disturbingly arousing. She had such skill that she usually got what she wanted.
Her soft, red painted lips parting between words and her chest rising slightly with every intake of breath was enough in his mind to bend her over the desk and…
The sudden and unexpected sound of his office door opening caused him to jolt
back to reality. Momentarily stunned that the object of his current fantasy was
standing in his doorway on a brand new pair of crutches.
He couldn’t for the life of him stop looking at her right leg. Starting at her foot and stopping inches below her knee she was wearing a leg cast. A red cast that was matching her beautiful lips.
Luckily she didn’t seem to notice him staring or did she?
Part 2
Part 1
Lance opened a case file from his desk. Something about another merger. Today he was simply not in the mood for that type of request that needed his attention.
Christine had so politely requested he review for accuracy before it was submitted to the partner. Honestly, the woman was so much more than what you first saw. It was the second time he’d felt for into her web and this despite his better judgement and maturity.
He often wondered what Christine was doing.
Why him?
She could have conquered anybody with that intoxicating smile and abundant charisma. Not that he was complaining. She was by no means a burden to look at everyday.
You just never knew what to expect when she came in.
That she had actually made it into the MBA program and finish first of her class was a surprise to him, but only served to intrigue him more.
Christine was untouchable and he should stay away from her for his own protection. Ah yes, she knew him too much and that only ever served to deepen the temptation.
At first he regarded her with some kind of protectiveness, being so much younger than him.
Yes at first and only at first.
Was it his fault she wore beautiful short skirts and left one extra button undone on her blouse?
Or that her shirt would sometimes ride up, revealing incredible legs…. his weakness?
He could almost swear she did it on purpose.
Maybe she did.
Just watching her around the office was disturbingly arousing. She had such skill that she usually got what she wanted.
Her soft, red painted lips parting between words and her chest rising slightly with every intake of breath was enough in his mind to bend her over the desk and…
The sudden and unexpected sound of his office door opening caused him to jolt
back to reality. Momentarily stunned that the object of his current fantasy was
standing in his doorway on a brand new pair of crutches.
He couldn’t for the life of him stop looking at her right leg. Starting at her foot and stopping inches below her knee she was wearing a leg cast. A red cast that was matching her beautiful lips.
Luckily she didn’t seem to notice him staring or did she?
Part 2
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