Jessica then and now. Chapter 3

 Jessica then and now

Chapter 3
2030's

The past remains where it belongs, in the past. Over the years I had a successful career as a stage actress and did a lot of commercials. I maintain a great physical shape by going to the gym five times a week. I'm a mature, sexy woman with confidence. I love to dress up but occasionally opt for the comfort and look of tight-fitting jeans paired with a t-shirt.

Today I was meeting Zen, a charming medical student who had caught my eyes some months ago. I chose a knee-length dress, hugging my curves in all the right places and showcasing my toned and long legs. Paired with sleek black heels, the dress was going to be practical with the reason I was meeting him. I also knew that my younger and special friend would appreciate it. As I arrived, he greeted me with a warm smile, his eyes lighting up as he noticed my outfit.

"You look stunning, Jessica," he complimented, his tone genuine and appreciative.

"Thank you, Zen," I replied with a smile, feeling a subtle blush grace my cheeks at his compliment. "Shall we get started? I know you have exams to prepare for tonight"

He nodded eagerly, his eyes clearly not hiding his enthusiasm as he led me through the room. His passion for female legs was evident while he prepared for the casting process. He started by applying soft padding around my foot, ankle and lower leg, ensuring a comfortable base for the cast. The gentle touch of the padding added a layer of cushioning, making the experience amazing.

The beautiful young man began wrapping the wet material around my leg, starting from the foot and working his way up my ankle, calve, stopping below my knee. Each wrap was placed with precision, overlapping slightly to create a secure and supportive layer just like a medical cast did years ago on the same leg.

As he continued his attention to detail was remarkable, adjusting the tension of each wrap to accentuate the contours of my leg perfectly. Throughout the process, I observed Zen's dedication, appreciating the artistry involved in creating a recreational cast that was aesthetically very stylish and beautiful.

As Zen worked on my new accessory for the next 6 weeks, he totally surprised me when our conversation drifted to temporal theories and the renowned specialist, Liam Everhart. "Have you heard about Liam Everhart's research on time travel?" he asked, his eyes bright with curiosity discussing this interest of his with me.

"No," I lied, a hint of intrigue in my voice. "His work is in the complexities of time manipulation and its potential implications, danger and successes."

As the recreational cast took shape on my leg, I couldn't help but marvel at Zen's skill and unlimited fields of interests even at a young age. Despite the unconventional nature of my request to be in a term recreational cast with a fictional broken ankle, he approached it with professionalism and care, earning my admiration, love and sexual attraction.

By the time my new cast was complete, fueled by our shared interest in possible time travel and the intriguing possibility of altering my life. Looking at my immobile leg reminded me of my accident years ago that had kept me on crutches for close to a year. It brought memories I would never forget, a traumatic collision and fractures. I pulled Zen closer, the warm passion between our bodies intensifying with each moment our tongues danced together. My tongue explored inside his mouth and brought us closer.

Zen's kisses ignited a fire within me that spread through my body like a wave of passion. With each second of our exploration, our bodies became more entangled, our breath heavy. His hands caressed my body, his touch sending shivers down my spine as my skin prickled with excitement. His gaze was drawn to my black cast with admiration.

"I'm so sorry you broke your ankle...again miss Montgomery. You look so damn sexy when leaning on crutches, knee bent, naked," he whispered, his voice full of sexual desire.

"Oh god Zen, you could be my son"

"I know and I love it"

As he helped me stand and gave me my crutches I leaned on them and looked into his eyes.

"You know, how turn on I get when you apply a cast on my leg? And I also love the difference in age." I said smiling, licking my lips.

He had a genuine warmth smile. "Oh Jessica, I feel a connection with you too, age is just a number, and what matters is the connection we share. You have certain sexual fetishes and I have others. We complete each other"

As we stood there, the air filled with unspoken understanding and mutual attraction. I couldn't help but feel a sense of anticipation for what the future and the past might hold if I could time travel. Let's be honest here, he is an adult sexy man...I would not be rocking the cradle.

With my cast now in place and relying on crutches, I decided to jump deeper into my research on possible time travelling. The local university library seemed like the perfect place to uncover more insights into the mysteries of time, and so I made my way there, determined to satisfy my curiosity and my need to be on crutches.

Upon entering the library, making my way through the aisles knee bent, I couldn't help but feel a sense of anticipation. It was during one of my solitary moments in the library that I met a young male librarian, his eyes bright with intellectual curiosity as he assisted me in finding the resources I needed. Our conversations delved into the realms of temporal mechanics, the philosophical implications of altering time, and the enigmatic figure of Liam Everhart.

But when he saw me on crutches this time I saw something in his eyes, at the minimum it was a new type of sexual attraction.

"I've been wondering something," I said looking at him, leaning on my crutches as we discussed the complexities of time travel. "Do you personally think time travel could alter not just the past, the present and my future?"

The librarian, intrigued by my question, offered his perspective. "Theoretically, time travel opens up all those possibilities, for example, your accident miss that badly broke your leg...You could if you go back in the past break both legs next time and that could force you to fuse both of your ankles and not just one."

He explained, looking at my sexy black cast and healthy left leg, his voice tinged with excitement. He leaned over and kissed my cheek, my neck...I squeezed my crutches.

"Or miss you could have broken your back and be wheelchair bound next time. As for Liam Everhart, his research tries to cover all these very questions, exploring the boundaries of temporal manipulation and its potential serious and sensual consequences."

The mention of both being paralyzed and Liam Everhart reignited my curiosity. "Do you think Everhart's theories hold weight? And more importantly, would you still love my long legs if I was crippled and they were paralyzed?" I inquired, kissing him, eager to be touched, to be kissed, to be licked all over.

The librarian nodded thoughtfully. "Yes I would still love your legs and Everhart's research is highly regarded in the field of time travelling," he replied. "While the reality of time travel remains a subject of debate, his insights have sparked fascinating discussions and expanded our understanding of it."

The prospect of rewriting history, of rectifying my own missed opportunities, became a target, hope inside the world of uncertainty. I was Lost in my nostalgic reflections and sexual dreams. But to my surprise, he picked me up with ease, carrying me in his strong arms. I held onto my crutches as he guided me to a private room, he was eager and so was I.

"Do you believe in second chances?" I asked, also moaning from his intense attention. "The chance to undo past mistakes, to reshape our lives in ways we never thought possible?"

He kissed me passionately, his hands exploring my body, touching my left leg, and caressing my cast. The anticipation and passion were intense, and I was already breathless with excitement. "Changing the past can have unforeseen consequences, altering not just our own lives but the lives of others around us. It's risky and I wouldn't change anything related to you miss"

With one hand his fingers traced the edges of my cast, his touch sending shivers down my spine as his other hand slipped further up my leg. His touch was smooth and firm, sending warm tingles throughout my body. I was so wet already.

His kisses started to explore my neck, his tongue licking my skin in an intense and sensual manner. I was breathing heavily, my body already flooded with arousal from his touches. I opened the zipper of his jeans, I took his penis and guided him between my lips and pushed him deep inside me. I moaned as his penis stretched me, he was so large. He was in and out of me so slowly, in total control until my orgasm rocked me and he released himself deep inside me...

Jessica then and now
Chapter 4 to come
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