The stakes were higher now, Crystal mapped out her plan, considering every possible angle and avenue to pursue based on how high her amputation had been above her knee. They were not able to save her leg.
Days had turned into months, and years. She had been consumed by her pursuit, fuelled by a shared hunger of being on crutches, in her case it was now permanent.
Today, I had a crucial appointment with the detective. Preparing for the meeting, I adjusted my clothes to accommodate my new leg cast. The new cast was below the knee, non-weight bearing cast in dark blue. Very nice looking.
As I took each step, my knee remained delicately bent, and my trusty crutches propelled me forward with every determined push. However, the days ahead held promises, for in the coming weeks, I would gradually begin to bear some weight on my healing leg, marking a step towards recovery.
I stepped into the police station, the gazes of officers and detectives turned even more curious, their attention piqued by the recent fundraiser event. I had left a certain je ne sais quoi behind in my sexy dress that evening. Despite the lingering stares, I continue my trek to the detective office.
Detective Tyler stood at his desk, his eyes met mine, then stared at my new cast and exposed toes.
"Detective Tyler, you have good news for me?." I regarded him with a mix of curiosity and attraction.
As he spoke, he meticulously unravelled the process that led them to my innocence, deeming the case closed under the umbrella of self-defence without a shadow of a doubt. In his eyes, I think I saw lust, illuminating the room as he unveiled the findings. With each word he removed the burden that weighed upon my shoulders, bringing an end to this chapter of my life.
I nodded, a small smile playing on my red lips.
"Well that is great news, Detective," I replied to his long explanation. He leaned back in his chair smiling.
"How's the new cast? Must be so much easier"
"I have to admit that this below the knee cast is more practical and convenient, compared to the full leg cast, it allows easier movement, making certain activities significantly easier."
I crossed my long legs and rubbed my cast, a faint smile on my face thinking of certain activities with my detective, almost licking my lips.
He was staring at my long fingers rubbing my blue cast and then he asked "And what about showering? Has the shorter leg cast made that process more manageable? "
A sense of relief washed over me as I recalled the struggles of showering with a full leg cast without a sexy detective with me in the shower, holding me, touching me.
"Absolutely, Detective. Showering has become significantly easier."
His eyes were kind, and I could sense the attraction in his gaze. Gathering my courage, I decided to address the unspoken sexual tension that lingered between us.
"You know, Detective," I began, "despite the challenges that came with my sexy leg cast and using crutches, there have been unexpected pleasures."
He leaned forward slightly, his eyes fixed on mine, literally drinking every word "Do tell."
I took a deep breath, sood on my good leg and positioned my crutches under my arms.
"Well, it's strange, but I've noticed how people can find beauty in the most unconventional places. It's almost as if my cast and crutches have become part of my sex appeal detective"
He couldn't resist a smile.
"You're absolutely right, In fact Isabelle, I find you incredibly beautiful, not just in spite of your leg cast, but because of it. Both your legs are fantastic"
A heartfelt confession from my detective, and yet, it felt like the missing piece of the puzzle we had been building between us over the last few weeks. I walked to him on my crutches and rested my short cast on his legs, almost between them if you know what I mean.
"Thank you," I whispered.
The detective reached out and gently took my broken leg in his hands, his touch against my exposed toes sending a shiver of warmth through my veins. I leaned forward and we kissed.
As my detective helped me sit facing him we continued our conversation. His gaze remained fixed on my broken leg, on my short leg cast. There was a tenderness in his eyes, as if he saw something beyond the injury, a sexy sexual attraction in its own unique way.
He took a deep breath,with a touch of vulnerability he said,
"I've never admitted to anybody my love for sexy women in cast and using crutches. The beautiful contrast between the blue cast on one leg and the elegance of your healthy long leg."
I was speechless and happy.
As I hobble along the sidewalk, leaning on my crutches, the warm summer breeze caresses my face, bringing a sense of relief and comfort since the case against me was officially over. It's been six long weeks since he broke my leg, but today, as I make my way home, I can't help but feel a spark of happiness bubbling within me and I look forward to telling Crystal all about my meeting with my detective. My summer dress sways gently with each step. With each deliberate swing of my crutches, I reach the steps leading to my condo unit, to my best friend.
As I stood there inside my condo, my heart pounding with anticipation, hearing the sound of Crystal crutches. The "Plan" accident had taken her leg. She was beautiful, the crutches were a permanent part of her life. I admired her letting her amputation define part of her sexual appeal.
With a deep breath, Crystal took a step forward, her crutches supporting her as she moved towards me. It was a moment that I had seen her pretending 1000's of time but to see her very short stump was so different, tears welled up in my eyes.
We held each other tightly to the best we could while on crutches before we moved to my spacious bathroom. We sat and kissed. I delicately untied the straps that secured the stump cover. I reached for warm water and a soft cloth, preparing to wash Crystal's amputated leg with utmost care and devotion.
With each stroke of the cloth against it, Crystal caressed my breasts, my hard nipples. It became an expression of love making in our own way. As I cleaned Crystal's leg she gently pinched my nipples. We were both shaking from the sexual tension and pleasure.
My sexy amputee.
I finished washing, I reached for a soft towel, carefully patting her stump dry. I then leaned over it and slid 2 fingers inside her vagina as I kissed the long scar of her amputated leg. She moaned quietly until her orgasm rocked her body.
I held Crystal close, I wrapped my arms around her after the orgasm pleased my sexy crippled lover.
Conclusion to come
K
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