Here came Alexandra, confidently navigating the restaurant on her crutches like a pro. Henry turned to see who I was smiling to and her presence was a captivating sight for him. Her bandage dress elegantly showcasing her leg cast, her leg that I broke for her.
Alexandra closed the distance between us, her eyes locking onto mine. Without hesitation, she leaned in from her crutches, her lips meeting mine in a tender yet passionate kiss. Henry couldn't help but be captivated by the sight of two intelligent, beautiful, and strong women sharing a moment of intimacy.
She spotted an empty chair and began lowering herself into the chair. Her good leg bore the weight, while her broken leg remained suspended, its beautiful cast protected from any pressure. She maintained her balance making sure not to put any weight on her cast.
The three of us began to discuss the unique services that were offered on the internet that brought clients like Alexandra. Henry's questions were thoughtful, and he displayed genuine curiosity as he probed deeper into the psychological aspects of Vivian's practice. He was clearly fishing to see if I was the one offering the special services
I couldn't help but be captivated by Alexandra's presence, her beauty and her grace at such a young age. But her perfect cast, beneath her dress, drew all my attention. Henry seemed absorbed by both sights. His gaze flickering between Alexandra's long cast and the stump I knew he had noticed on me earlier.
With a genuine curiosity and lust in his eyes, Henry began to ask Alexandra about her broken leg, and I couldn't help but wonder if he knew that I had broken Alexandra's leg or he was just playing a game but what game? She was a thoughtful client and she maintained a subtle hesitation in her smile and responses to his inquiries.
"Well, it's fair to say that it's been an interesting journey, Henry, to say the least," she said, her eyes briefly meeting mine. At that moment, I sensed her concern that she knew she shouldn't reveal too much about her injury, possibly to protect the discrete nature of the services I provided.
As Henry continued to inquire, his questions became more detailed but Alexandra answered up to the challenge. "Oh wow, you broke both your tibia and fibula. That's why you have a full leg cast, I guess, I can imagine it must be very uncomfortable?"
Alexandra smiled and said. "It is heavy and, to be honest, I can't wait to get it off. But it's all part of the healing process." She lied since I knew how much she wanted that broken leg and cast.
Then, in a subtle but deliberate move, Alexandra shifted in her chair, adjusting her cast and moaned ever so slightly. Her broken leg moved, and I watched as her cast lightly brushed against Henry's leg. It was a moment of delicate intimacy, a gesture that hinted at more than met the eye, leaving us all entangled in an unspoken connection that extended beyond our words.
It was my turn to shift on my own chair and I moved my stump while I observed Henry's reaction to Alexandra's subtle yet deliberate move, his reaction was immediate. His eyes widened ever so slightly, he was surprised, curious and sexually turned on by the younger woman.
Henry's gaze, initially fixated on Alexandra's cast, had now shifted upward to her firm young breasts and face, his eyes subtly tracing a path along her body. There was a trace of amazement, as if he had just stumbled upon a hidden treasure, and the warmth in his expression was undeniable, revealing his appreciation for the intimacy of the moment.
My decision to secretly invite Alexandra to the meeting had turned out to be a good one. Yet, there was something more profound in his response, a deeper connection forming before my eyes. The way he held Alexandra's gaze was like a silent conversation, after all the questions related to her broken leg and cast.
"It's been a pleasure meeting you Henry and sharing this evening with both of you."
Alexandra leaned over to retrieve her crutches, which had been leaning against the nearby table throughout our conversation. Her hand reached out, fingers curling around the handles of the crutches with practised ease.
With one last warm smile, she bid us goodbye, a sense of gratitude and connection evident in her eyes. She knew she did very well. As she leaned in on her crutches I stood on my one leg to give her a gentle peck on the cheek. Then she nodded to Henry.
We were both staring at her, with a slow and deliberate pivot on her good leg, Alexandra turned and moved slowly across the restaurant. The cast on her leg was in full display. She was very confident in her crutches with every step echoing.
With a subtle shift in the conversation, Henry turned his attention toward the purpose of our meeting. He explained that my hospital was interested in further exploring the psychological motivations and impacts of my services and the insights into human behaviour related to sexual fetishes.
"The hospital sees this as an opportunity for groundbreaking research," Henry explained and I was listening with interest.
"We want to go deeper into the psychological aspects, to understand these fetishes related to pain, broken bones, immobilization," Henry shared with curiosity as we prepared to leave the restaurant.
I nodded in understanding, recognizing the potential significance of such research. "And how do you envision this collaboration?"
Henry leaned forward, almost whispering, his voice laced with intrigue. "We would like you to consider continuing your social media campaign and share your results with the hospital, but discreetly."
I was happy and excited when I reached for my crutches, rising gracefully onto my one leg. I extended my hand toward Henry, offering a firm handshake, all the while knowing his eyes were drawn to my shapely leg, stylish high heel and stump.
It was a cool, full moon evening when Alexandra decided to pay me a visit at my place.I opened the door to find her standing there, a beautiful smile on her lips as she greeted me with a warm "Hello."
She looked stunning in a deep blue dress that clung to her figure while leaning on her crutches and her blue cast partially exposed. I can honestly say that her recent "injury", didn't detract from her beauty.
I was wearing a pair of well-fitted jeans with a cut-off left pant leg with my stump barely showing. On my right leg I had a sexy black boot that stopped just below the knee and I was leaning on my crutches. My tight-fitting blouse was accentuating my figure in a way that complimented my look.
"Come in," I invited, stepping aside to make way for her.
Alexandra walked into my place on her crutches . The blue cast on her right leg swung gently between the crutches, adding a sensual touch to this lovely woman. As she reached the couch, she dropped her crutches with a sexy smile and settled onto the couch, her long leg cast stretched out ahead of her. The tight-fitting dress showed her large breasts and matching hard nipples.
I followed her on my crutches to the couch. With each step, my jeans were showcasing my amputated left leg that was lost above the knee. The beautiful knee high boot on my right foot added a touch of elegance. At the couch, I turned slightly to face Alexandra, allowing her to see my exposed stump and I sat down.
"I have an open bottle of red wine, would you like some or something else?" I offered, gesturing towards Barolo Bruno red.
Alexandra's eyes sparkled with appreciation. "A glass of red wine would be lovely, thank you."
I poured a glass of red wine and handed one to her. We clink our glasses together, the sound echoing softly in the room.
"Thank you for having me over," Alexandra began, her tone sincere. "Vivian, I've been wondering, is your stump painful?" Her eyes held a genuine concern and obvious lust.
I met her gaze with a reassuring smile. "Not at all, It's a part of me, and I've learned to embrace it." Alexandra moved her broken leg sideways and then her fingers grazed my stump, her touch gentle and filled with understanding.
I smiled and Alexandra licked her lips staring at my bare stump extending below the cuff off jeans. She followed the contour at first and then traced the scars... I closed my eyes and totally enjoyed the moment.
Part 7 to come
K
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