Our journey had brought us to this moment, the culmination of our daring escape plan. The Trudeau International airport buzzed with activity as travellers walked quickly lost in their own worlds.
I was just sitting in a wheelchair dressed comfortably, ideal for our long flight. A soft, oversized sweater in grey, providing warmth with a plain white t-shirt under. Like my mom would say, my jeans were well-loved, I had cut off one leg of the jeans to accommodate my long leg cast, a practical adjustment that allowed me the freedom of movement essential for someone like me using crutches. On my foot, I had a comfortable sneaker.
Maria had made a discreet call to the Montreal Police about Marco's that was tied in my apartment. It was a necessary step to ensure his safety, it weighed heavily on our minds. We had no illusions about the danger that still lurked in the shadows, but we were determined to face it head-on, together. Marco dying in my apartment was not an option even for our safety.
As we waited at our gate, I couldn't help but glance around nervously, half-expecting to see a familiar face from our past. But the minutes passed, and there was no sign of Marco or his associates. Perhaps, for now, we had managed to elude them.
Our flight to the Seychelles Islands was the next leg of our journey. We had chosen this remote paradise as our destination, a place where we could live without fear of being found. The islands with their pristine beaches, azure waters, and the promise of anonymity. What more could I ask for? Perhaps two fully functional legs? But that's for another story.
Arriving at the plane's door sitting in my wheelchair, Maria helped me stand, kissed my cheek and with my crutches in hand, I made my way to our first-class seats. We settled into our seats, each carrying a sense of anticipation for the unknown that lay ahead. As the engines roared to life and the plane taxied down the runway, I took Maria's hand in mine, finding comfort in her presence.
16 hours later, we touched down in the Seychelles, our tired bodies buzzing with the excitement of our arrival. Stepping off the plane on my crutches, we were greeted by the warm tropical breeze, a stark contrast to Montreal.
Our journey continued with a taxi ride to our oceanfront house, we looked at the lush landscapes and vibrant culture. The taxi wound its way through picturesque villages and along pristine coastlines, each passing moment affirming our choice to seek refuge in this remote paradise.
Finally, our taxi pulled up to our new home, a charming small oceanfront house that would serve as our sanctuary. The turquoise waters of the Indian Ocean stretched out before us, a testament to the beauty of our new life.
Maria extended a supportive hand as we exited the taxi, her fingers gently interlocking with mine. With a reassuring smile, she helped me to stand up. As I leaned on her for support, she fetched my crutches from the car and I placed them under my arms.
Inside the house, we settled into the comforts of our new life, the soft glow of the setting sun casting warm, amber hues throughout the room. The large windows framed the view of the endless ocean stretching out before us, its waters shimmering like liquid sapphires beneath the golden sky. A breathtaking sight.
As the sun dipped below the horizon, painting the room with its gentle embrace, Maria turned to me. In her eyes I saw a mixture of deep affection and curiosity.
"Jewel, you asked and there's something I've been wanting to share with you," Maria began, her voice soft. "There is. Ever since I saw you in that leg cast, I can't help but be drawn to it. To you, broken and so sexy"
I looked at her, surprised by her confession. "You mean my broken leg, cast and crutches right?" Maria nodded, her gaze unwavering.
"Yes, there's something about it that's incredibly sexy. It's not just about the cast itself; it's about how you move, how you dress around your cast. Seeing you adapt and overcome challenges turns me on sexually."
"Maria, I..." I began, my voice catching with emotion standing tall on my crutches.
She stood, reached out, gently cradling my cheek in her hand. "Jewel, I love you." Maria leaned in, her lips meeting mine.
Later on I wanted to please my girlfriend. I stood on my crutches in a knee-length blue sundress, its fabric gently swaying with the tropical breeze caressing my breasts and nipples. My long cast was almost fully exposed. My blonde hair framed my face, and a pair of oversized sunglasses perched atop of my nose shielded my eyes from the golden sun.
"You look amazing "Maria said while she hugged me tightly.
I turned to Maria slowly on my crutches, my heart racing with anticipation. Her soft lips met mine in a tender kiss, they parted as I breathed her in, savouring the familiar taste and warmth of my girlfriend.
As the kiss deepened, our bodies gravitated closer. While I leaned on my crutches for support, Maria's hands at my back pulled me forward and my hard cast slid between her legs, our bodies pressing together in a sensual and intimate embrace. The sensation of our breasts together sent a shiver of desires down my spine and broken leg.
Maria's voice, husky with desire, broke the electrifying moment.
"Let's get to bed."
The 4 little words, filled with a promise of love and passion, turned me on like she always did. I hobbled toward our bedroom on my crutches in total confidence, Maria following closely behind. Little contacts from time to time heightened our desire for each other.
In the privacy of our bedroom, I loved how I felt a sense of vulnerability in my full leg cast that was thrilling. As she gently helped me onto the bed by lifting my broken leg, she then laid my crutches against the wall. I couldn't help but admire her beauty and strength.
"I want you so bad," I said.
She began to undress me with a tenderness that left me breathless. Her hands moved with grace, navigating around my long and heavy cast with ease. With each piece of clothing that fell away, I felt a growing sense of arousal and wetness. My leg cast, which had been initially annoying and troublesome for me. had become a source of intrigue and sexual desire for Maria, and she handled it with skill, letting her sexual fetish grow on me slowly.
Once I was nude with only my cast before her, I watched as Maria undressed herself. It looked and felt like a sensual dance, and I couldn't tear my gaze away from her sexy shapes, from the soft curves of her breasts to the gentle swell of her hips.
With a shared understanding of our desires, Maria leaned towards me but then crawled along my broken leg to kiss me once more. Her lips were soft and inviting, her vagina rubbing against the hard surface of my cast. Our mouths melded together with our tongues dancing passionately.
Her moaning grew more fervent, her hands explored my whole body. She traced the contours of my long leg cast. Even if I couldn't feel her fingers on my broken leg, her touch still ignited a trail of sensations of pure pleasure through me.
I let out a soft moan as her fingers continued their exploration between my leg and cast, teasing and caressing my vagina with a delicate touch. My body responded eagerly to her and I could feel my orgasm building up with every in and out of her fingers inside me.
I was so close to exploding when Maria shifted her attention to my heavy breasts, her lips and tongue tracing a path against my sensitive flesh. Pleasure surged through me even more from the attention I received from her mouth and hands. I was moaning out of control, pure ecstasy.
My broken body and her perfect body moved together in a passionate dance rocked by incredible orgasms and that was the precise moment when we became one.
The end
K
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